[ Whatever recovery time Nami needed dwindles by the second, replaced by the greedily needling want that fills her as his cock thickens up inside her. Nami's nails drag downward, pressing into his back when his hips snap forward, and she's hit with a pang of pleasure so sharp it makes her breath catch.
He can't see the way her eyes almost roll back from the feeling, or the way she's biting her lip to keep quiet, but Zoro can feel it when she flicks at his skin after he teases her about being in a coma.
Like either of us would ever want to forget– the not so tart, highly damning retort hangs on the tip of her tongue, a fight she almost loses while her hips arch against him, grinding harder as she feels his cock sink deeper into her. ]
Like you're ever gonna give me enough peace and quiet to forget. [ He better fucking not. ]
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He can't see the way her eyes almost roll back from the feeling, or the way she's biting her lip to keep quiet, but Zoro can feel it when she flicks at his skin after he teases her about being in a coma.
Like either of us would ever want to forget– the not so tart, highly damning retort hangs on the tip of her tongue, a fight she almost loses while her hips arch against him, grinding harder as she feels his cock sink deeper into her. ]
Like you're ever gonna give me enough peace and quiet to forget. [ He better fucking not. ]