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[ Mitsuru chuckles softly, not missing the double-ended meaning of that remark. ]

It just looks the most high quality.

[ And yes - she does want that remote, very much so, not taking it up just yet but making a point of keeping it within reach next to her on the mattress.

She lets herself be pulled in for that kiss, utterly willing and privately a little amused at being a distraction from her friend's preparations. Nami's lips are as soft as ever on hers and she smiles against them at her remark, still amused, maybe even a little bit mischievous. ]

I'll allow that.

[ She's excited, nervous too, both from trying something different and the unpredictably of where Nami is going to direct her. ]

Only the best for my cunt.

[ The sex is terrific, and Mitsuru is a gorgeous, generous, and powerful figure in the context of the casino, but hearing that quiet laugh warms Nami in a way that's beyond businesslike. Even if she wasn't the queen, and they didn't make this arrangement, Nami would want to be around her.

She stays close, bending at the waist and blindly reaching for the harness, drawing Mitsuru near before both hands are occupied with blindly situating the vibrator in its spot and easing the belt around her waist. Her tongue licks into Mitsuru's mouth, kissing her hungrily before the necessity pulls her back, getting both of the straps that keep the fake cock in place around her inner thighs and buckled on either side of her ass. ]

I want you to straddle me.

[ Her cheeks flush, but she's grinning as she says it, moving to sit on the bed, the toy between her legs jutting up, and the vibrator on the inside of the harness pressed flush against her clit. She would never admit it, but Nami's heart is already racing when she sits on the edge of the bed, though the smirk she shoots Mitsuru over her shoulder is cooly coy, and composed. ]

[ The kiss is returned eagerly, tongue meeting Nami's until her fellow redhead has to stop. That word from Nami's mouth has Mitsuru's cheeks turning an ever more vivid shade of crimson. She would never say it herself, but something about it from the other woman's lips... it's rude, vulgar, filthy... and deeply hot. Nami is beautiful, intelligent, quick-witted, sharp-tongued; all of it draws her in, in such a way that she can't put into words. Nor does she care to try.

She watches as the older girl situates herself on the edge of the bed and Mitsuru finds herself amused again. Of all the positions her friend could have picked, of course she picks the one she would have chosen for herself. She nods, taking her place in the other woman's lap with zero hesitation - they've done too much together now for Mitsuru to be shy about this and after all, she wants this, finds herself craving this kind of attention from her.

The light press of the fake cock against her makes her shudder with anticipation and want, but first, she takes a moment to guide one of Nami's hands down to feel her, touching her where she already knows she's wet from thoughts and feelings alone but could use just a little more warming up. Mitsuru shudders at the touch, leaning in to kiss the other woman again, whilst murmuring against her lips. ]

It's embarrassing... how quickly you do this to me...

[ Watching her friend blush is endearing and exciting. Nami likes knowing that despite the color rising to her cheeks, Mitsuru wants this as much as she does, and the way her friend can go from picking a toy out for Nami to be teased with, to going red in the face over one dirty word is part of what makes Mitsuru so attractive in Nami's eyes. It makes her seem genuine. As naive as she can be at points, and as easily thrown for a loop, Mitsuru's herself, and Nami likes that intensely.

It doesn't hurt anything that just watching her approach is enough to leave her aching in anticipation of the moment Mitsuru decides to use that remote, her hand skirting up the inside of the darker-haired woman's thigh as she moves to straddle her. ]

Not the word I would use.

[ Quick to take the lead as Mitsuru guides one of her hands to her cunt, Nami smiles up at her friend as her fingers brush over Mitsuru's folds, enjoying the heat radiating from her body before she presses one finger past them, letting it slip up from her entrance towards her clit. Watching Mitsuru's face as she leans in, Nami lets her finger brush back and forth, teasing her slowly while she catches one of Mitsuru's nipples in her mouth, raking her teeth gently over the skin before turning her head to pay her other breast the same attention. ]

In fact, I'm kind of stunned I get anything done in a day, knowing how quickly I could do this to you.

[ Nami's fingers move back towards Mitsuru's entrance as she all but purrs the words against her skin sucking the other woman's nipple back into her mouth as she slowly slides them inside her. ]

Is it not? What word would you use...?

[ Red in the face is an understatement. She almost looks flushed enough to match her hair. ]

Nami-

[ The other woman's name is a heated moan on Mitsuru's lips, struggling to keep the neediness out of her voice. She's not used to this, not used to wanting another person's touch this badly at practically the drop of a hat. She can't even blame the food or the alcohol being served. This is all Nami's doing by just being... well, her. The knowledge brings a shiver to the younger girl's spine and another moan from her mouth, feeling deep, dark pangs of need and desire humming through her as Nami touches her clit.

It was her friend who has taught the most about how much she likes her breasts being toyed with and she cannot help but bite her lip as she looks down to watch her take her nipple in her mouth. She already knows she's going to be soaking the other woman's fingers already, as she slides them inside Mitsuru and she responds by gently grinding herself on them - a little practice for the fake cock she's about to take for Nami all too greedily. She would be embarrassed if she dwells on that too much, about how much she wants the other woman to fuck her senseless. She can hardly wait, but for now the other redhead can drive her to distraction with her fingers.

And of course she's waiting for just the right moment to use that remote. ]

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[ Taking her time before answering, Nami lets her fingers curl against the tight walls of Mitsuru's cunt, fucking into her as she grinds her hips forward, her tongue swirls around the other girl's nipple, eyes trained eagerly on Mitsuru's face, basking in the pleasured flush she sees there. The sight's enough to make Nami press her thighs together, trying to stave off the ragged edge of want that comes on from feeling the slick arousal surrounding her fingers.

Nami's teeth catch the other woman's nipple briefly before she pulls back, whispering an answer against the curve of Mitsuru's breast. ]

Wonderful. Sexy.

[ Sexier than anything she's been exposed to before she and Mitsuru fell into bed that first time. The depth of how much Nami enjoys other women isn't exactly a shock to her - that interest has always been lingering under the surface, but getting to explore it like she has with Mitsuru is thrilling all on its own.

Breathing hard and grinning crookedly up at her, Nami leans in again, running kisses along the side of Mitsuru's breast. ]

You better not come on my fingers before I get this cock inside you Mitsuru.

[ She doesn't think she's ever heard someone use the word sexy with her involved before. ~~Probably because nobody would dare.~~ It's not a word she would use ordinarily herself, but as usual coming out of Nami's lips it makes Mitsuru flustered. Combine that with the way the other woman's teeth graze her nipple and she feels as though she could melt right on the spot. ]

You flatter me too much.

[ It's not a complaint, not really. She can't resist reaching out to gently cup the side of Nami's face, gently coaxing her away from the attention she's paying her breasts so that Mitsuru can kiss her mouth. That's the only sane reason she would ever stop what the other redhead is doing, to kiss her again. she pours her desire into that kiss, unable to stop the intermitant moans in between. There is a soft, breathless chuckle from the darker haired girl against her friend's lips as she continues to rock against and fuck herself on Nami’s fingers, meeting every thrust of them with movement of her own. If she keeps this up, well...

She knows she's going to come all over Nami's fingers. And she can hardly be blamed for that. ]

You are too- sexy, I mean. [ The word feels silly even coming out of her mouth, but it's clear she means sincerely. As if the way her body is reacting to the other woman isn't evidence enough... She laughs again, just as breathless as the first time, intermingling with quiet moans and the slick noises of her cunt as Nami still fucks her with her fingers. ]

And if you don’t want me to come yet then you’re doing a very poor job of that...

[ The hand on her cheek is enough to draw Nami's attention and allow herself to be diverted from the attention she's content to spend the whole day giving Mitsuru's breasts and into another kiss. Nami smiles against the other woman's mouth, unable to help the warm smugness she feels at the slick heat fluttering around her fingers.

Wanting nothing more than to selfishly double down on her efforts to push Mitsuru over the edge, Nami has to stop herself before she ends up searching for a way to slide off the bed from beneath where she's being straddled and get her tongue against Mitsuru's clit so she can taste her while she comes. Instead, she makes her fingers slow before easing them free of her cunt. ]

Come here. [ Nami implores quietly against Mitsuru's lips as she lets her slicked-up fingers glide down the length of the fake cock jutting up between her thighs.

Her other hand fans out around Mitsuru's hip, palm curving greedily over the graceful swell of it as she gently guides the other woman closer, keeping the toy positioned for the other woman to sink onto it. ]

[ Mitsuru hadn't forgotten about the fake cock exactly, but Nami had been doing such a wonderful job of doing a number on her fellow redhead with just her fingers... She almost wants to protest when she removes them, feeling inclined to suddenly become the demanding queen of hearts that the house expects her to become. No doubt she would have been driven head first into a dizzying climax if that had continued.

But now there is the undeniable temptation of the fake cock pressing against her, with all the promises of exactly what the queen is in for if she lets Nami take her that way and she can't deny herself any longer. She sinks down onto the toy, slowly take it in, trembling a little at the delicious sensation of it filling her cunt and knowing that Nami is the one doing this to her. As if to affirm it, she moans the other woman's name, slender fingertips reaching out to grip her companion's shoulder with one hand whilst she leans in to hungrily kiss her lips again, murmuring heatedly against them. ]

Nami, this- It feels so good-

[ Her free hand has already closed over that vibrator remote, eager to make her fellow redhead feel as good as she does when the moment is right. She wants to press that button, wants to reduce them both with quivering, unbridled pleasure- but first, she needs Nami to fuck her, find her rhythm, wants it more than she can possibly put into words. ]

[ The amazing thing is that Mitsuru doesn't have to turn the toy on for a blissful shudder to work its way through her body, leaving her already slicked up entrance tightening in anticipation. Hearing the way her friend says her name is enough to bring a gasp to her lips, the hand Mitsuru plants on her shoulder urging her hips upward, her heels pressing against the floor to give herself enough leverage to move against Mitsuru how she wants to.

And wow, does she want to.

She tilts her head back as Mitsuru leans in to kiss her, her tongue licking into the other woman's mouth as her hand travels around her friend's side, fingers splaying over the swell of Mitsuru's ass, as her free hand runs down her friend's back before coming up to cradle the side of her face. Nami's thumb brushes over Mitsuru's cheek, drawing back to grin breathlessly up at her, her gaze fixed on her face as she arches her hips up, driving more of the toy into Mitsuru's cunt, hungry to see her react as she finds her rhythm, fucking into Mitsuru in short, deep thrusts. ]

I don't know how I'm gonna get anything else done again.

[ The grin on her face is unmistakably smug, but there's a softness in her eyes that indicates her satisfaction is coming from somewhere else entirely. Before Mitsuru gets a chance to call her on it – not that Nami thinks she could right now, given the distraction she's determined to present, the hand on Mitsuru's back lifting away to slip downwards instead, her fingers spreading the slicked up folds of her friend's cunt open further before she lets her thumb strum over Mitsuru's clit, her hips quickening as she does. ]

[ She wants to respond in kind to those words, only Nami just so happens to be driving the other woman crazy right now. Of course she thinks about all the ways Nami has pleasured her before, but this... this is entirely new. Never could she have pictured something as satisfying as the taller woman fucking her like this. Each thrust upwards by Nami, is met with a responding movement from Mitsuru, grinding and fucking herself on the cock being driven into her cunt.

She had already been close earlier, frustratingly so and she can feel that building warmth returning to her lower belly again - all the more intense this time having been stopped in its tracks earlier. The way Nami spreads her open, her cunt slick around the toy and against her friend's fingers as she thumbs her clit, that is the last straw for any tiny amount of restraint Mitsuru has left in her. ]

God, Nami- Don't you dare stop-

[ Her climax breaks over her like a wave and leaves her reeling, shaking in the other woman's lap as she groans her name again, gripping Nami's shoulders as though her life depends upon it in this moment. It just seems to keep going, rolling over her until she's finally left almost breathless with the force of it - and yet she is absolutely not done. Somehow managing to collect herself enough to remember the remote in her hand... ]

I- I need you to feel this too.

[ And if it makes Mitsuru come again too in the process, well... she's not exactly going to complain. She flicks the switch, wholly satisfied in knowing the deep, intense vibrations she's just started within that harness right now - she would know, she's feeling them second hand herself, continuing to grind herself on Nami's fake cock with yet another intense moan. God, she knows she's not going to last long again like this. ]

[ Stopping is so far removed from Nami's thinking, and as long as Mitsuru doesn't tell her to, out loud or otherwise, she's too transfixed by the way the darker-haired redhead moves, fucking herself on the fake cock as Nami's hips pump upwards to meet her. Everything about the experience is already so electrifying, it takes a split-second for her brain to even register that the vibrator pressed flush against her clit inside the harness has buzzed to life. Nami's body bucks upwards raggedly in response, as she's momentarily caught off-guard and left briefly reeling from the pleasure now coursing through her body, feeding into the needy ache that fucking Mitsuru like this has already left her soaking wet from. ]

Fuck, fuck, Mitsuru–

[ Nami's hands settle firmly on Mitsuru's hips, guiding her down, urging her to bury the cock inside herself before it's her arms coming around her friend's waist instead, kissing her hard and breathlessly as Nami holds the other woman's body against hers and moves to roll them over.

The vibrator's presence leaves her desperate to feel more, the slicked entrance of her cunt clenching in response to the feeling, and once Nami gets Mitsuru laid back, on the bed behind them, it's easier to rock against that delicious buzzing sensation and to fuck Mitsuru properly.

One hand stays on Mitsuru's hip as the other keeps Nami propped above her, her breasts dragging against her friend's skin as she thrusts her hips with renewed hunger.

Her lips are swollen by the time she draws back from their kiss, blue eyes gone hazy from the blissful feelings working through her. Nami tilts her head, her nose bumping the other woman's cheek, her words whispered dazedly against her skin. ]

You're beautiful.

[ Mitsuru's back finds the soft mattress as Nami presses her back - not that she fully registers it with her body still practically humming with pleasure at the intensity of her orgasm.

And Nami isn't stopping and neither is Mitsuru, remote discarded and left on as she hastily wraps her arms around the other woman's shoulders and her thighs around her waist, relishing absolutely every sensation of being so thoroughly fucked by the taller redhead. She takes Nami's plastic cock with a hunger and desperation she didn't know she could possess, grinding herself down on it with each unforgiving and utterly blissful thrust inside of her, her thighs clearly starting to shake as she grips at her friend. She can feel the vibrator buzzing between Nami's legs, the sensation doing its own deliciously mind numbing work on Mitsuru in return.

Nami's kiss is met with equal intensity, the younger woman's lips just as swollen when they part and god does this pirate know how to make her blush- ]

You are- [ Her breath catches in her throat, the sounds of her increasingly slick cunt being so thoroughly fucked filling the room in between their moans and gasps. That feeling is returning and it leaves Mitsuru trembling with increasing pleasure. ]

Nami, you're going to make me come again-

[ The frenetic thrum of the vibrator against her clit is relentless enough to push her close to the edge in a mad rush, leaving her working to focus on the steady roll of her hips as she pumps them, keeping the cock strapped against her cunt fucking into Mitsuru in hard, shallow thrusts, her hand holding tight to Mitsuru's hips, relishing the feel of her moving against the toy as she nears her own climax. ]

Come, Mitsuru–

[ The words are a hot rush of air, passionate and imploring, the vivid memory of how slick and tight Mitsuru feels around her fingers as she comes undone keeping her moving against her, even as her own cunt clenches and shudders, getting teased to the brink while aching to be filled.

Face flushed, Nami ducks her head and lets her lips run down the other woman's neck, her tongue running over her skin, before biting gently, enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough for it to linger long. ]

I wanna make you come so hard.

[ Being fucked like this by Nami, it's wonderful - exquisite. Trembling, her thighs twitching as she topples over the edge and begins to come around her "cock", Mitsuru feels that overwhelming sensation take over her again. She knows that Name must be wet behind that harness, can tell that she's close too and the thought alone of her friend coming as she fucks Mitsuru into the mattress is enough to make her feel giddy with desire. The graze of the other woman's teeth on her bare neck does nothing to ground her, only makes her moan louder. ]

You are- You're making me- [ She gasps, gripping Nami's shoulders as she's left shaking and unsteady with the force of it, her tilted back against the surface of the mattress as she cries out. ] I'm coming-

[ All said in a breathless rush, right before she starts crying out the other woman's name this time, losing herself utterly as her senses become awash with heat and pleasure. Her eyes are half-lidded, her expression that of a person so completely fucked out that she can barely register anything else. She knows that Nami's fake cock is soaked with her, that the sheets underneath her on this unfamiliar bed are too by now. Leave it to Nami to have her make such a mess. ]

[ Ever the cool one, Nami's made an admirable showing of keeping it mostly together during the times the casino seems most intent on pressing hers and everybody else's buttons as hard as it can, but this – Mitsuru pressed back against the bed as Nami rocks her hips, glaringly aware of the hot clutch of her friend's cunt around the toy Nami relentlessly fucks into her with – it's too much.

Even in the heat of the moment, there's a part of herself Nami manages to keep some loose control over, but she loses that grip now. For perhaps only the second time since her arrival, she's overwhelmed, the vibrator against her clit pushing her over the edge of her own release, sending her plummeting hard and fast, every moan louder and more ragged than the one before it, her head bowing, short tangerine hair clinging to her cheeks, listening, feeling, Mitsuru as she comes, quickly deciding it's the most beautiful thing she's seen in a long time. ]

Fuck.

[ Still trembling as she rests her head against a soft, flushed shoulder, Nami's hips give an involuntary rock, as the toy between her legs makes her moan softly. ]

You…

[ A breathless, abnormally needy whimper stops her. ]

Turn it off, Mitsuru please–

[ Nami shudders, the vibrator still going hard against her overly sensitive clit, making it impossible for the last waves of her climax to ebb off completely. ]

[ It's a small wonder that Mitsuru remains lucid enough to grab the remote, still breathless with pleasure as she seizes it and presses the off button. She can't resist wrapping her arms tight around Nami then, pulling her down for a kiss that is treacherously tender, murmuring against her lips with a smile, ]

You look so good like this... I love the way you looked just now.

[ Blissed out, utterly wrecked with orgasm... take your pick. Mitsuru has never seen her fellow redhead quite so flustered and wiped and she can't claim that doesn't like what she sees. She'd never heard her make such needy sounds either, something else she likes. It's beautiful - and utterly alluring, leaving her feeling as though she's been treated to something that few would see or hear from Nami.

She reaches to brush a little of the other woman's tangerine hued hair away from her face, pressing yet another kiss to her mouth. ]

[ Still trembling when Mitsuru pulls her down for a kiss, Nami shifts her weight, settling partly against the other woman's body, as she lets herself get caught up in the breathless gentleness Mitsuru's mouth meets hers with, normally nimble hands almost shaky when one reaches up to cradle the side of the darker-haired woman's face, the unmistakable sensation of the smile Mitsuru hides against her mouth only serving to make her heart beat faster.

Nami will count it as a blessing that she's already flushed, it makes it hard to tell that she's gone faintly redder in the wake of Mitsuru's words, her grin dreamy and lopsided as it lights up her face, as drunken-seeming as the way she shakes her head. ]

Me? Look who's talking.

[ Still struggling to get her heartbeat under control, Nami pulls back from that kiss, half-lidded eyes sweeping over Mitsuru's face before she ducks her head and buries her face against the curve of the younger woman's neck. ]

I'm glad I found you.

[ I'm glad I found you.

Is Nami trying to make Mitsuru blush redder than she has all evening? She's actually glad that she had attended this ridiculous mixer event now and that is really saying something...

It takes her a moment to compose herself enough to gather her thoughts and respond, sighing deeply as Nami buries her face against her. She keeps her arms wrapped tight around the other woman as she murmurs, ]

Likewise.

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