( again, as easy as anything, tilting her head back up and letting her pink tongue lick across the seam of his mouth before pressing their mouths together, all wet hot and open. nami slides into his lap with all the lucidity of spilling water, filling up whatever container it gets poured into, taking up a space over and on top of him like she was made to, a little queen on her chiseled throne. she shifts, shuddering when zoro's cock slots in the empty space between the petals of her cunt, hips swerving instinctively against him, pouring her gasps into the passion of their kiss.
with little thought, her hands move to find zoro's, flattening his palms against her thighs more firmly, cinching a grip around his wrists. she moves him, an easy enough journey she doesn't think he needs a map to understand, moving his hands slowly up the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, upwards to cup her soft breasts. further up, against her collar, and only when he's at her cheeks does she pull back panting from their kiss — turning her head to kiss each of his palms in their calloused centers, before smoothly bringing them up and over his head, encouraging his fingers to thread through the bars of the headboard.
sitting back, she looks down at him — his stretched torso, his kiss bruised mouth, his cock pinned and trapped under the weight of her wetness. nami snags the belt back up in her grip and winds it lazily around her knuckles, toying with the leather. )
I'm tying you to the headboard. Like this. ( she makes loops in the belt — cuffs, that go around zoro's wrists and through the bars, locking him in place. ) Don't tear it, or Sanji will be pissed. ( can he tear through leather? maybe. probably. the threat of sanji's anger is more what'll keep him bound, she thinks. leaving his hands there, nami lightly drags her nails down the length of his chest, over his nipples and down the ridges of his firm belly, the tip of her pointer finger lazily trailing through the barely visible slit of his cock, under her. ) You can tell me if you want to be free. I'll let you out. I'm in charge, but I'm not going to be mean about it. Okay? ( her lips twitch, amused, lifting herself up on her knees slightly, to take his swollen cock in hand, stroking him casually. ) Wanna say "yes, ma'am"? Or "yes, goddess divine"?
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Date: 2024-03-08 03:17 am (UTC)( again, as easy as anything, tilting her head back up and letting her pink tongue lick across the seam of his mouth before pressing their mouths together, all wet hot and open. nami slides into his lap with all the lucidity of spilling water, filling up whatever container it gets poured into, taking up a space over and on top of him like she was made to, a little queen on her chiseled throne. she shifts, shuddering when zoro's cock slots in the empty space between the petals of her cunt, hips swerving instinctively against him, pouring her gasps into the passion of their kiss.
with little thought, her hands move to find zoro's, flattening his palms against her thighs more firmly, cinching a grip around his wrists. she moves him, an easy enough journey she doesn't think he needs a map to understand, moving his hands slowly up the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, upwards to cup her soft breasts. further up, against her collar, and only when he's at her cheeks does she pull back panting from their kiss — turning her head to kiss each of his palms in their calloused centers, before smoothly bringing them up and over his head, encouraging his fingers to thread through the bars of the headboard.
sitting back, she looks down at him — his stretched torso, his kiss bruised mouth, his cock pinned and trapped under the weight of her wetness. nami snags the belt back up in her grip and winds it lazily around her knuckles, toying with the leather. )
I'm tying you to the headboard. Like this. ( she makes loops in the belt — cuffs, that go around zoro's wrists and through the bars, locking him in place. ) Don't tear it, or Sanji will be pissed. ( can he tear through leather? maybe. probably. the threat of sanji's anger is more what'll keep him bound, she thinks. leaving his hands there, nami lightly drags her nails down the length of his chest, over his nipples and down the ridges of his firm belly, the tip of her pointer finger lazily trailing through the barely visible slit of his cock, under her. ) You can tell me if you want to be free. I'll let you out. I'm in charge, but I'm not going to be mean about it. Okay? ( her lips twitch, amused, lifting herself up on her knees slightly, to take his swollen cock in hand, stroking him casually. ) Wanna say "yes, ma'am"? Or "yes, goddess divine"?