[ Already sensitive, Sanji's touch just works her up further, ensuring that her cunt clutches tightly around his fingers each time he drives more of his cum deep inside her, the hot idea of it, and the slick, lewd sound the motion makes, urging her hips to roll forward, fucking herself on his fingers as earnestly as he thrusts them into her. ] Are you going to fuck me until it's dripping out of me? Until my cunt's full, and you could spread it open and look at how messy you made it? [ It's pure babble because Nami is absolutely sure Sanji would do just that if she asked him to, and she very much is asking him to.
A needy, keening moan purrs at the back of her throat as the hand fisted around the swollen heft of his cock pumps down the length of him with renewed vigor, holding him just tightly enough that her urgency is obvious. Given the heady picture the two of them paint with their words, it's only a matter of time before she's coming around his fingers again, something she wants while simultaneously wanting – no, needing– more.
Too far gone to internally mull over the implications of being this caught up in Sanji without the resort pushing her into it (or at least getting the ball rolling) her walls flutter around his fingers as her palm curves over the crown of his cock, smearing pre along the thick length of him when her hand strokes down again. Another moan escapes her, twisting into a hissed curse as a jolt of pleasure leaves her thighs trembling before he guides one leg up to settle around his hip.
He kisses her again, and she lets it muffle another little cry, her cunt growing slicker and hotter around his fingers as she catches his tongue in her lips and sucks it hard, trying to fight off an orgasm while fully relishing in every point of contact he gives her. ] I'm gonna come Sanji, fuck me right here, let me come on your cock. [ As she says it, Nami uses the hold she has on his length to guide it closer to where she needs to feel him most, her free hand gently urging his hand away from her cunt so she can replace that contact with his head, pressing it just inside her soaked, tightened entrance, barely able to suppress the tremor that moves through her as she feels him start to sink into her while she's this close to coming. ] Fuck me right here, I wanna come for you, I don't want to wait.
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A needy, keening moan purrs at the back of her throat as the hand fisted around the swollen heft of his cock pumps down the length of him with renewed vigor, holding him just tightly enough that her urgency is obvious. Given the heady picture the two of them paint with their words, it's only a matter of time before she's coming around his fingers again, something she wants while simultaneously wanting – no, needing– more.
Too far gone to internally mull over the implications of being this caught up in Sanji without the resort pushing her into it (or at least getting the ball rolling) her walls flutter around his fingers as her palm curves over the crown of his cock, smearing pre along the thick length of him when her hand strokes down again. Another moan escapes her, twisting into a hissed curse as a jolt of pleasure leaves her thighs trembling before he guides one leg up to settle around his hip.
He kisses her again, and she lets it muffle another little cry, her cunt growing slicker and hotter around his fingers as she catches his tongue in her lips and sucks it hard, trying to fight off an orgasm while fully relishing in every point of contact he gives her. ] I'm gonna come Sanji, fuck me right here, let me come on your cock. [ As she says it, Nami uses the hold she has on his length to guide it closer to where she needs to feel him most, her free hand gently urging his hand away from her cunt so she can replace that contact with his head, pressing it just inside her soaked, tightened entrance, barely able to suppress the tremor that moves through her as she feels him start to sink into her while she's this close to coming. ] Fuck me right here, I wanna come for you, I don't want to wait.