[ The soft, oddly melodic sound of a moan turning into breathless, fuckstruck laughter doesn't quite get muffled against Zoro's throat when he calls her a brat before she responds, her thighs tightening around his hips as she rolls her hips upwards, fucking herself on his cock, her nails digging into the middle of his back, most assuredly leaving marks. He's too good at this, at working her into a frenzy that disarms her and slips past her defenses, urging her to wear her enjoyment, and at times her affection, on her sleeve. She should like being called a brat less, for fewer reasons, than she does.
The pleasure working through her reminds her that the feelings are probably irrelevant, one more delicious detail of an evening already perfectly spent. Those low, almost growled sounds of pleasure that escape him, and the obscene, wet sound of him filling her already soaked cunt, erode her self-control as quickly and easily as the bliss building through her.
Nami presses her lips against his hideously gorgeous jaw before her mouth finds his in an eager, hungry kiss. ]
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The pleasure working through her reminds her that the feelings are probably irrelevant, one more delicious detail of an evening already perfectly spent. Those low, almost growled sounds of pleasure that escape him, and the obscene, wet sound of him filling her already soaked cunt, erode her self-control as quickly and easily as the bliss building through her.
Nami presses her lips against his hideously gorgeous jaw before her mouth finds his in an eager, hungry kiss. ]
So fucking bossy.