[ She'll believe him after she gets his clothes off and can confirm that the suit mark on his skin is as faded as the tiny one on the back of her right hand is. But, while that sight will be enough to put her at ease, it's also not going to stop her from making this greedy bid for closeness. Nami hasn't let herself feel lonely. After the last crewmate disappeared, she drank her feelings away like any respectable person before moving on with her life, painfully aware that being confined to the casino left her no other choice.
It's only after being drawn in by Sanji, and all the generous warmth he's eager to heap onto her, that Nami realizes what a cold time it's been while on her own. Who could blame her for being unable to get enough of him?
With the way he expresses it, she sure wouldn't be able to blame him for not getting enough of her, either. Sanji's increasingly familiar touch reverberates through her, leaving her clit throbbing, breath catching after his arm loops around her and his hand delves between her thighs to trace the already hot shape of her cunt through the damp fabric of her panties, touching her where she wants to feel it most, but not quite. Her hand delves into his pants, quickly working down the length of his cock, fingers wrapping around the base before she strokes him fully. Her hand fists around his length, working upward until she can slick the pad of her thumb up with the pre beading at his head, letting that wetted up fingertip glide around the underside of the swollen crown of his cock, teasing him as his fingers now tease her. ]
It's so good– [ She answers in a soft, almost dreamy sigh, legs parting wider for him as her hips arch up, chasing after that touch. ] You make me feel so good, Sanji.
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It's only after being drawn in by Sanji, and all the generous warmth he's eager to heap onto her, that Nami realizes what a cold time it's been while on her own. Who could blame her for being unable to get enough of him?
With the way he expresses it, she sure wouldn't be able to blame him for not getting enough of her, either. Sanji's increasingly familiar touch reverberates through her, leaving her clit throbbing, breath catching after his arm loops around her and his hand delves between her thighs to trace the already hot shape of her cunt through the damp fabric of her panties, touching her where she wants to feel it most, but not quite. Her hand delves into his pants, quickly working down the length of his cock, fingers wrapping around the base before she strokes him fully. Her hand fists around his length, working upward until she can slick the pad of her thumb up with the pre beading at his head, letting that wetted up fingertip glide around the underside of the swollen crown of his cock, teasing him as his fingers now tease her. ]
It's so good– [ She answers in a soft, almost dreamy sigh, legs parting wider for him as her hips arch up, chasing after that touch. ] You make me feel so good, Sanji.