[ There's a surge of triumph when Sanji receives that message, a little thrill of delight that their frisky game has finally come to an end. That he's aching for release— the combination of the plug and vibrator in his ass are more than maddening, cock painfully stiff as they shift inside him with every step— so badly that his hands are clenched when he isn't texting her. It only takes him a moment to straighten up, folding his sports coat over his arm and draping it so it hides the tent in his pants. Unlike Nami, there is a faint flush painting his face as he steps out into the main aisle of the shop— and catches a glimpse of her from behind. Grinning, he sends one last message to her. ]
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done. turn around if you wanna find me.