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[belialedge]

[ Slamming his drink in kind, he lets out a rougher, almost longing sigh as his suit preys upon his body's lusts. Causes him to already begin to stir with excitement when she eyes him almost smugly upon approaching. ]

If they even think of knocking, they're gonna have to wait.

[ He was no royalty, but his rank also meant that he might have the ability to sway the staff if they really needed extra time. Listen. The House demands they collect cards? Then they better not RUSH them! That was his excuse to them, when in actuality it was just all the more fun to keep playing with her. They could harbour two sides of themselves in one another. Mutual prisoners that yearned for freedom, a good laugh and shared drinks, and to scratch that itch in one another that was oh-so-hard to find anywhere else. If they were playing and biding their time?

They were going to have fun while doing so. So when Nami brackets his thigh, his own hands wasting very little time in riding up the back of her shirt when she asks if he doesn't want her to undress for him. A cant of his head with those mismatched red and green eyes locked with hers, he dares to start lifting up the back of her top. Slowly. Teasingly as one hand decides to take appreciation of that ass parked so neatly on his thigh. ]

Maybe... The more of a show you give me, the better result you're gonna get outta me by the time I'm hard.

[ He wants to know what she's wearing under that top. What kind of bra? Was she even wearing one? How heavenly was she going to look by the time she was arching with those breasts in his face? The bigger the build-up, the better the result, he finds. Because it was taking all of his willpower right now not to just push clothing aside for them to solve their mutual problem again. ]

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[ Encouraged by the hand palming the curve of her ass, Nami lets her pussy press against Ragna's thigh despite the layers of material between their bodies before grinding slowly. As she teases herself, she reaches for him, deft hands pulling his pants open before one slides inside to fist loosely around the thick base of his cock. ]

Sounds like a fun challenge. [ Her shoulders bow, back arching against the hand traveling up the curve of her spine, eager heat spreading through her body as Ragna's fingers move over the soft fabric of her bra, encouraging the hand on his cock to flex, her palm massaging that hardening, heavy length as she guides him out of his pants.

The sight and feel of his cock feeds into the slowly building pleasure the pressure between his thigh and her cunt fills her with. Without thinking Nami's hips roll a little faster against his thigh as her hand travels up, cupping over the swollen crown of his cock to slick her palm up with the pre beading there while the tips of her fingers tease the flared edge of his head, running under the underside as a breathy moan tumbles past her lips. ]