[ This is going to become a problem. Nami is very greedy, and this– caught in the shower with the three of them, Luffy and Sanji both hard and being stroked in either of her hands as the low velvet pitch of Zoro's voice asking their captain if he likes this– is a fucking feast.
She manages a hum of agreement, though it's muffled against Sanji's mouth, her hands busily working over his and Luffy's cocks, pumping their length in quick, shallow strokes that linger long enough for her to randomly tease one of their heads. ]
I know I like this. [ Nami murmurs low, as she pulls away from Sanji, and twists around enough at the waist to lean up and brush her lips against Zoro's temple, determined to kiss at his skin however fleetingly, before her head ducks, shivering as Sanji's hand teases over her folds while she buries her face in Luffy's neck. ] We missed you, you fucking idiot.
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She manages a hum of agreement, though it's muffled against Sanji's mouth, her hands busily working over his and Luffy's cocks, pumping their length in quick, shallow strokes that linger long enough for her to randomly tease one of their heads. ]
I know I like this. [ Nami murmurs low, as she pulls away from Sanji, and twists around enough at the waist to lean up and brush her lips against Zoro's temple, determined to kiss at his skin however fleetingly, before her head ducks, shivering as Sanji's hand teases over her folds while she buries her face in Luffy's neck. ] We missed you, you fucking idiot.