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parks my car in the garage (i almost said carage)

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[ just kissing her like this is enough, to feel the press of her lips on his own and know that she actually wants him. whether or not this all proves to be temporary is an entirely other situation that he doesn't have any cares to jump into; there's every chance this all comes to an end by the time they find themselves back on the merry, but right now, he's going to embrace every second that she allows their mouths to press together, that he's permitted to touch her and caress her and pleasure her and fuck her.

he gasps lightly between them when he feels the sudden slide of her hand seeking out his cock over his pants, already giving hints of a growing bulge but definitely urged further by the stroking massage she offers. ]

Na— [ her mouth is there again before he could breathe even her name and he loses himself in it, hunger pouring into a more urgent kiss, slick heat shared when he offers a persistent tongue past her lips. the last time they were together, they did plenty, enough that he'd ended up in a mess of his own cum, along with hers, once he'd urged her to climb onboard his face. and yet, there really is so much they could still do, dreams to be fulfilled, ones that she's permitting him to explore with her.

his hands slip up along her arms, reaching the sleeves of her dress, his fingers moving in on either side of her collar to slip them off of her shoulders to start sliding it all down off of her body. as much as he'd love to keep appreciating nami in her dress, somehow it feels much more important to appreciate everything beneath it right now. ]

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[ Cutting him off like this makes her grin against his mouth, curving her palm over the shape of his cock, basking in the thrill of feeling him growing hard against her hand. Sanji never makes his desire a secret, but it's still satisfying to have him this captivated. It's a sign of the way things have started to shift between them.

Where she would have once stared at him in deadpan confusion until he got a grip, Nami has begun to find herself greedy for everything Sanji wants to give her. The memory of their last encounter has stayed on her mind, the way they'd parted company disheveled, with her a little shaky on her feet after his tongue left her crying out his name and squeezing his head with her thighs. The selfishness that had her shuddering and pressing herself against his mouth hasn't gone anywhere, fanned back to life as he pulls her dress over her head, leaving her smirking up at him in her bra and the tights she'd paired with her outfit. ]

Riding your face isn't going to be enough tonight. [ Nami's eyes blaze as she steps closer again, her hand pulling his pants open instead of going for his cock like the greedy part of her wants to. ] I want you fucking me into the mattress Sanji. [ She adds while she draws herself up against him, biting at his neck as she walks them back towards the bed. He'd come so beautifully for her the last time they were together, and while she had been left more than satisfied with the thought of leaving him that spent, it's left her waiting for the next time their paths crossed like this, eager to have more of him.. ]