[ It's been all too easy to let herself become fully smitten with Tifa. A beautiful woman was always going to be a weak point for her, but that earnest, open kindness Tifa has about her unquestionably sealed Nami's fate. It's always the kind ones who manage to get her wrapped around their finger without her even realizing – something that explains a lot about Nami's life back home, as well as the giddy fluttering her stomach's doing while she waits for Tifa's arrival.
Lounging in her reading nook across a plush orange velvet sofa, Nami's barely able to focus on the book in front of her despite the relaxed pose she's arranged herself in. Anticipation keeps her shifting in her seat and making the hem of her own short skirt hike up higher on her thighs as she idly squeezes them together in a vain effort to stave off the first pangs of need already beginning to simmer in her core.
When Tifa's voice breaks the relative quiet of her suite, Nami exhales a deep breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and ]
Over here Tifa!
[ It's a big place, so, just to make sure Tifa doesn't wander for long, Nami takes a moment to drop a pin, so the other woman can find her more easily. Once she does, Nami's eyes go wide with appreciation – the thigh highs are definitely a nice touch, and if she hadn't already been slick beneath her own skirt, she would be just at the sight of her.
Setting her open book down, she grins at Tifa, her cheeks flushing pink in appreciation and desire. ]
You made it all the way here like that? No panties? [ Another hot pang of want rockets straight to her cunt as she asks, her imagination already running away with itself, envisioning Tifa lifting that skirt to let her see for herself. ]
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Lounging in her reading nook across a plush orange velvet sofa, Nami's barely able to focus on the book in front of her despite the relaxed pose she's arranged herself in. Anticipation keeps her shifting in her seat and making the hem of her own short skirt hike up higher on her thighs as she idly squeezes them together in a vain effort to stave off the first pangs of need already beginning to simmer in her core.
When Tifa's voice breaks the relative quiet of her suite, Nami exhales a deep breath she hadn't realized she was holding, and ]
Over here Tifa!
[ It's a big place, so, just to make sure Tifa doesn't wander for long, Nami takes a moment to drop a pin, so the other woman can find her more easily. Once she does, Nami's eyes go wide with appreciation – the thigh highs are definitely a nice touch, and if she hadn't already been slick beneath her own skirt, she would be just at the sight of her.
Setting her open book down, she grins at Tifa, her cheeks flushing pink in appreciation and desire. ]
You made it all the way here like that? No panties? [ Another hot pang of want rockets straight to her cunt as she asks, her imagination already running away with itself, envisioning Tifa lifting that skirt to let her see for herself. ]