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20 / female / 🌟women🌟, twinks, and men who beg / 5 of ♦️

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My Self-Summary

Brains, beauty, and brawn, this hottie's a triple threat. She's run a successful business since she was 17, fought off monsters and evil corporate goons with guns, blown up national property, and achieved mastery level in martial arts. But don't let that fool you. She's a softie (with tits like clouds) who loves to dote on those she loves. When she isn't telling them what to do for their own good (and boy, is she good at reading people.)

My Future Plans

A romantic at heart, this country gal has always dreamed of settling down with her one true love, raising children, and running her cozy community bar. Maybe that'll be you, sweetie.

In the meantime, your girl would like to get freaky and experience the true range of what the world has to offer. She wants to know the one is the one, and how can you if you don't have good data? She particularly wants to be wooed by some beautiful ladies and enbies, spoil gentle twinks, and make some men cry. Unfortunately for her, most of these desires haven't been awakened, so do yourself and this fine lady a favor and help her on this path of self-discovery.

My Talents

By day this beauty trains her body religiously, whips up delectable drinks, and can make you feel like your worries are far, far away. Who wouldn't relax to those big eyes and soft smile? If you're the physical type, she also loves a good spar, though be warned (or encouraged), she's probably going to win. We can think of a few fitting rewards. Ahem.

Those talents follow in the bedroom too. If you've ever wanted to be crushed by the world's most powerful thighs or acrobatic positions get you hot, do we have a lady for you. Did we mention she's also gorgeous? But she shouldn't have to do all the work. It would take a very special person to take care of this queen, but if someone did, well. She's looking for her soulmate(s).

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

This country girl turned city workaholic hasn't had a lot of time for the good life. She'll melt for a girl's night, and she loves rom coms, love stories, slow dancing, and a good ghost story. She loves street food and home cooked meals, but she absolutely deserves to be wined and dined. It's a pity the universe keeps trapping her in the working class, but hey, what older story is there than cinderella?

My Ideal Partner

✨ Women ✨
Twinks she can dom
Men she can make cry
Someone older and more experienced who can her the ropes (and the good life)
Cloud Strife

Height 5'6 Body Type Hourglass of steel. Ripped goddess. Boobs and ass to make anyone swoon. Thighs of thunder, biceps of iron, back like a support beam. Smokes No Drinks And bartends Drugs None to date Sign Taurus Education The Streets of Midgar Occupation Business Owner and Bartender Income Depends on the sex, lads. Help a girl out. Children Someday Pets The stray weirdos she collects Hobbies Martial arts, fashion, drink mixing, community organizing, event planning, jogging

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

BEER

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

NINJAS

.05 TITS OR ASS

ASS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SPICY

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

The Advocate
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ENERGY

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introverted

MIND

52%

intuitive

NATURE

88%

feeling

TACTICS

97%

judging

IDENTITY

75%

turbulent

personality test. art credit.

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action, the strap-on info session

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A lot has happened, and Nami has begun to draw some conclusions about the situation she's found herself in here at the casino. Not least among these new truths she's workshopping is the belief that this place cannot get the better of her if she can help it. Information plays a big part in that. Knowing how undone the tattoos make a person, and the places in the casino where the compromising kind of hazards wait are all important, but equally so is all this stuff. It was a stroke of luck that she ended up in one of those sex toy rooms at the mingle with a person she considers a friend - the same situation with a stranger would have been more than awkward. This stuff isn't going away. Figuring out what works and what doesn't before having to figure it out on the fly is the practical thing to do. The toy in question was something thrust (hah) on her by the casino already, and while the experience turned into something blissful for many reasons, feeling the strap-on out before she used it on someone else would have been helpful.

And Tifa's so kind and genuinely good. If Nami can help her out, she will. It doesn't hurt that the memory of Tifa's lips has been seared into her memory and all too easily recalled after they exchanged messages on the network. Just like the last time, Nami doesn't know what to expect from this encounter with Tifa, but if helping her out is all it is, Nami's happy with that. Coming to trust and care for people outside of her crew is new, but, she's learning how nice it can be to have friends.

Nami pulls the door open quickly after Tifa knocks, meeting the other woman with a small smile, stepping aside so she can show herself in.

"Lucky we're on the same floor, huh?" If Tifa were on a higher floor, Nami would go to her in the interests of poking around one more room that's more comfortable than hers, but it's not like she wants to lug the box sitting on the foot of her bed around the casino. Once her door's shut Nami gets to business, unwilling to fall prey to the awkwardness she's trying to help them both avoid by having Tifa over for this in the first place.

"So," she begins, pushing the lid of the box open so Tifa can see the pretty leather harness, toys, condoms, and lube waiting inside, forcing herself to keep talking even though being this open makes her want to squirm.

"These are what I have. I haven't used stuff like this a lot, but, since coming here..." Nami trails off and looks back at Tifa, shrugging apprehensively. "It's come up."

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Any time Tifa has thought about what she asked Nami to do, her stomach has dropped and she's felt so embarrassed she's been sure every person within 100 feet could feel it rolling off of her.

But she doesn't regret it. She's seen more and more people get caught in situations they didn't choose, so if she has to do this, she wants options that make her feel okay. And a strap-on means she's in control, that she doesn't even really have to touch if she doesn't want to.

It also...maybe means girls? Which...is a thing she's allowed to try? That makes her feel a whole other kind of fluttery and warm and self-conscious, but not one she wants to lean away from.

But being confronted with Nami calmly opening a box of things Tifa only vaguely knows the use of, she blushes so hot she can feel it radiating off her face. But Nami's being professional, and it helps she is new to this too, so Tifa's expression stays even and professional. She nods, buying herself a breath.

"Right. I appreciate you doing this."

Much better with Nami, here, on their terms than literally anything else.

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"Don't worry about it. A person can only get locked in rooms with strangers and sex toys so many times before blushing gets old." Nami sits beside the box at the foot of her bed.

"We're better off if we have a clue," she shrugs, ever the pragmatist. "So what did you want to know about it?" One arm drapes across her thighs as she leans forward, watching Tifa curiously, wondering what, if anything, she'll go for first. "It's okay to ask me what you want to know," Nami adds after a tentative pause. "We're friends."

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"Right," Tifa says, tucking her hair behind her ear. She knows she shouldn't still be this easily flustered by this stuff, but, well, she can't help it. It'll come. Probably. Hopefully.

That part, though, she agrees with, and her nod is more earnest. The more they know the more control they have.

"I...honestly don't know much of anything," she admits. Her thought trails off though, eyes going up as Nami adds that.

Friends.

Her face softens, and she bites her lip for a second. "Friends. Yeah, we are." She takes a deep breath, nodding to herself. Okay. She can do this. "What...I really want to know is...how a strap-on works."

Oh God she just said that.

"Like how to put it on and how to use it."

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They've spent time being awkward together, but they have also been direct with one another. It gives her hope they can get through this lesson, whatever Tifa has in mind for it. While Nami can feel herself hesitating over her decision to be so upfront and frank about the things this resort has gotten her into, it's not in her to leave another lady in the lurch. And Tifa is a good person - the kind she can imagine Luffy warming to immediately - she wants to be her friend.

"How it works..." Rising to her feet as a means of burning just an iota of the uneasy energy that's pricking up through her, she flashes Tifa a smile and reaches for one of the dildos in the box along with the harness.

"This goes in the o-ring, like–" Nami slides the toy through the ring at the front of the harness, positioning herself so that Tifa can watch her ensure the thing's secure before holding it up by the belt again. "Then you belt it around your waist and your thighs," she holds it against her hips, giving the vague impression of how it's meant to look while being worn.

"It's kind of different, depending on whether or not it's a guy or a girl you use it on, but, both are fun." There's no way she got that out without blushing, but there was no way she was getting through this without turning at least a little red, Nami resigned herself to that when Tifa walked into the room as genuine and kind as ever.

"Do you want to try it on, or should I?" She asks, looking over at her friend with raised eyebrows.

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Tifa watches as intently as when she was first learning new forms with Master Zangan. Focusing on the mechanics makes it easier not to think about the fact that people are going to see her like this, that she's going to be...doing this with someone.

She almost slips when Nami mentions it can be used on guys or girls. She...has even less of an idea how guys work but that's not a today problem.

Who is going to wear it is though. Tifa hadn't asked if this was going to be a hands on session, but she knows in her heart that she'll learn more and feel safer that way. It's just still a lot.

"Why don't you, if that's okay? Since you already know how?"

Tifa thought she could handle that better.

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Though she'd be able to just lift her dress and get the harness on, Nami pulls it off instead. Opting to play it safe from there - because she still isn't entirely sure what Tifa had in mind for this learning experience - and keep her bra and panties on while she belts the harness over her hips.

"It's probably smart to try it on alone at first so you can figure out how to move in it," she starts, turning around so Tifa can watch her fasten the buckle at her waist and guide the first of the harness's straps between her thighs and along the outer curve of her ass, securing it at the back of her hip before repeating the motion with the other strap. "The first time I wore one, I was improvising for most of it, it's good you want to figure it out."

Nami turns, giving Tifa an unexpectedly shy smile. "Well?"

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Bra and panties are still enough to send Tifa's eyes roving. She wants to stop; she knows what it can feel like to be looked at when she doesn't want to be, but Nami is just so...so...beautiful. Not like a vase or a flower or something. She's strong and she's muscled and she's feminine and Tifa wants to gently touch her like they did on that bed in the friendship pod.

She nods, glad for the distraction, even if it's an awkward one. Practice. Right. She watches, though, at how Nami assembles it. Not so different from some sparring equipment.

Her eyes go up, drinking in Nami's smile, and she smiles back. "I haven't seen a girl wear a dick before," she teases. "Haven't seen many dicks, honestly."

And then she bites her lip, heart starting to race, but she knows that she planned to ask this. Nami can always say no, she tells herself. And she didn't last time.

"Do you want to, uhm, demonstrate? I haven't -- everything is new to me and -- I trust you."

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She laughs at that assessment and looks down at herself with an almost shy shrug. Putting the harness on in the heat of the moment is one thing, but just standing here so Tifa can study the look of it is a different experience, and oddly, it's the one that makes her feel the more vulnerable out of the two. The casino forces them into situations where they're inadvertently sharing parts of themselves all the time, but this isn't about desire, induced or otherwise, this is more rooted in trust than anything else.

Having not known what to expect but letting Tifa come over to familiarize herself with the toy, Nami honestly couldn't say she's ruled out the question Tifa asks her entirely, but it's still a weighty offer, one that floods her senses with warmth and want in short order.

"If you want me to use it on you," Nami says, her voice quieter than before, one hand reaching out to skim down Tifa's arm. "We should probably start with something else, first," she bites her bottom lip lightly, raising her eyebrows at Tifa as she wonders if she catches her meaning before choosing to elaborate, partly because she wants to fill Tifa's head with ideas. "Like my fingers or my tongue, so you're wet."

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That touch on her arm and how soft Nami's voice get make Tifa feel warm. It's almost like she's embarrassed, but that isn't right. She likes the attention. She just doesn't know what to do with it.

It helps that Nami bites her lip, clearly just as new at this as Tifa is. And then Tifa's eyes go wide at those suggestions. She should have anticipated. She's such an ignorant virgin.

She's nodding though, even as heat creeps into her cheeks. She'd...wondering about this, ever since the virgin auction. She was going to have to cross these bridges and nothing sounded good. But...this does. "Show me? I -- really haven't done anything, ever."

Heart beating like crazy, she steps a half-step closer, ghosting her fingers in Nami's hair like the last time they...experimented. "I've thought about you a lot. I hope that's okay. I don't want to pressure you into anything, or make you hang back with someone who doesn't know what they're doing."

She feels the tightness in her throat as she says it, the sting in her eyes. She's asking Nami to reject her now, if she's going to, and it's so hard to make herself vulnerable like that. Yes or no. Good enough or not. But...she needs to know, if they're going to go forward, that Nami wants to. That Nami wants to with her. Otherwise, this isn't how she wants to do this.

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It's both surprising and not, that Tifa's inexperienced. She's beautiful, sure, but she's guarded and unaware - at least in Nami's observation.

"Hang back?" She shakes her head, her hand traveling back up Tifa's arm to settle on her shoulder, gently easing her close enough to wrap her arm around the other woman. "It's not a race." And it fills her with warmth to hear that Tifa's thought about her since their afternoon in the pod together. "I like you, we're friends, and," pausing, the arm around Tifa's shoulders tightens some, her thumb brushing over Tifa's forearm while she tries to figure out how to phrase what she wants to say.

"I'm so far, friends fool around here." Leaning in, Nami presses her lips to Tifa's temple and steps back, looking down as she starts to unbuckle the harness. "I'll put this back on later, but, let's go slow for now." She lets the harness slip off and moves to unfasten her bra as well, casting that off as well as she smiles at Tifa. "Kissing you was fun, I want more of that."

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Guarded and unaware about sums it up. Including that she's unaware it's okay to be both of those things.

Nami is so confident and so smooth. Her hand eases into Tifa's space, giving her time to get used to it before Nami slides it higher, pulling Tifa closer. Her breath catches, and she feels like she's hanging on Nami's every word. Tifa hasn't had a lot of real friends. That alone makes this amazing. The added touch and direct acknowledgement that Nami finds her attractive makes it almost overwhelming.

Except Nami also is so good about making sure Tifa feels safe, and that's something she could kiss her for.

Tifa exhales as Nami kisses her, rolling her words around. She nods slowly. That's... a really good point. "Right," she says. "I like you too. I'm really glad we're friends and...I like exploring with you. Kissing you was fun."

She watches as Nami takes her bra off, eyes taking in every curve and muscle. She's so strong, but still so feminine. Tifa could look at her all day.

Instead, she smiles, a little shy as she reaches to pull her shirt off, then her bra.

"Thank you, for reminding me its okay to go slow. I feel so behind here, even though no one is pressuring me."

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It feels a little surreal, being looked at like that by someone as gorgeous as Tifa is - it's not as though Nami's humble about her appearance - she knows she's cute and it's gotten her through countless cons and hustles, like a finely honed ability it's an asset, but with Tifa's eyes roving over her body, it's a reason to bask a little too as she casts more than a few hungry glances of her own.

Once the harness is off and set back into the box, she moves closer to Tifa again, leaving her panties on for now as she sets a hand on the other woman's hip, gently ushering her back to sit on the edge of the bed behind her.

Having Tifa alone like this and eager to explore is thrilling - a moment she would greedily let herself get caught up in without a moment's hesitation, but this isn't about that. This isn't the first time she's found herself in the position where she's putting her desire on hold for the sake of guiding an awkward friend through what is, admittedly, a pitted and nuanced road.

"Sit down on the edge of the bed?" Nami asks, raising her eyebrows at Tifa.

"I want to learn how to get you wet."

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The thing is, Tifa would probably do anything Nami told her to and enjoy it. It's such a relief to not have to worry about ulterior motives or her social safety or how things reflect on the bar.

She's really never gotten to just be a normal girl. Maybe she was missing out.

Though she was sure she'd never have realized at home that she wanted to kiss girls. Or do a lot more with girls. She can't keep her eyes off Nami, her hands tingling with the memory of how soft and warm her skin is. It only takes the gentlest nudge to get her moving back to the bed, even before Nami asks. It's a lot more intimate, here in Nami's room and not just some pod.

"Thank you for doing this," she says, smile warm and a little shy. She brushes her fingers against Nami's ribs, and when the other doesn't pull away, settles her hand there.

And then Nami says that and she's as red as their first time hanging out together. This time, though, there's determination in her eyes as she nods at the other girl. "I want to learn too. Both of us. Will -- will you take my skirt off?"

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"You definitely don't need to thank me," Nami counters gently, letting her fingers skim up and down Tifa's sides, idly following the curves of her body while pointedly ignoring how having her friend here like this leaves her aching gently from all the ideas running through her mind.

"It was my next stop." She grins and steps closer to Tifa, hands falling back to her hips to work their way to the skirt's closure. "If I do something that goes too far, tell me, okay?" Even when things aren't taking a more exploratory tone as they are now, Nami likes to say that. Especially here, when often enough, it's not someone she knows very well that the casino decides to pit her against.

The skirt loosens under her hands, but Nami keeps hold of it, sinking to her knees as she guides the garment over the slight swell of Tifa's hips and down her legs, encouraging her to step out of it once it reaches her ankles. Nami's eyes sweep up her friend's body, settling on her face with a small, but wholly warm and sincere smile. "You're really pretty, Tifa."

Without waiting for a response she leans in, pressing a light kiss against the other woman's thigh. "Should I take your panties off too?"

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“Can I say I’m really glad we met instead?” Her smile is warmer this time. It’s the truth. Tifa hasn’t had a lot of friends, and Nami has been so willing to become one, a good one, so quickly and completely. That’s eased the pain for losing a home again, and made part of the stay here genuinely good and enjoyable. She could never repay Nami for that, except maybe by being as good of a friend back, which she’s determined to do.

As Nami shifts down, Tifa moves her arms to cross behind the other woman’s neck, nodding at her question. “Okay. And you too, if it comes up.”

It’s strange watching Nami slide her skirt down. Her eyes are wide and her skin warm, a fluttering sensation bubbling in her stomach. She huffs out a nervous laugh as Nami looks up at her, so intensely and so adoring. Then Nami turns to kiss her thigh, and Tifa’s eyelids flutter, a soft moan on her lips.

“Yes,” she agrees, breathless. Her nerves are jangling loud enough for her to want to clench her jaw, but she wants this so much. She’s not going to run away. “And then I get to do yours, okay?”

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"You can do mine in a little while," Nami counters gently, watching Tifa's face as her hands slide up the other woman's thighs, thumbs hooking gently in the waist of her panties.

"Right now I'm getting you wet," she continues as she eases the garment down past the swell of Tifa's hips, guiding them to her friend's ankles for her to step out of while her eyes stay trained on the other woman's face. Smiling gently she lets the flats of her fingers move over the curves of Tifa's calves before climbing up her thighs, gently guiding her to part her legs a little, as her eyes dart between her friend's face and the apex of her thighs, tongue absently dragging over her bottom lip as Nami feels her anticipation builds.

"Is it okay to use my fingers or my tongue?" Though she's happy to use both, and likely the strap if Tifa asks for it, she's leaving control of how this all happens to her friend. Seeing Tifa like this, sweet and timid despite being an absolute vision with the last of her clothing gently warms her for reasons beyond the slowly building desire that's been working through her since they started to undress. Drawn in, she continues to watch her friend when she leans in again to kiss along the top of one of Tifa's thighs, slowly working inward while she waits for the other woman to set the speed.

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Tifa flushes at that. It's not embarrassment this time. It's anticipation, and something like flattery. She likes that Nami wants to do that, likes that it's not going to take much to get here there, not with how beautiful Nami looks or her hands guiding Tifa's panties off then runs her hands so confidently over parts of Tifa that have never been touched. She shivers, one hand coming to comb through Nami's hair, the other settling on her shoulder.

She nods at the question, eyes falling closed as she sighs out breathlessly at the lips on her thigh. "Both sound wonderful." She bites her lip, trying not to rock in Nami's hold. She has no idea what she's supposed to do, and that makes her feel so self-conscious, but -- it's nice, having Nami in front of her, feeling absolutely safe in someone else's hold.

She opens her eyes, looking down to smile at Nami, and her heart skips at the sight of the other woman's face pressed to her thighs, the knowledge they're both so unclothed and vulnerable sending a thrill through her. She strokes Nami's hair, squeezing her shoulder. "You're amazing, Nami."

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Tilting her head towards the fingers in her hair, Nami keeps her eyes on Tifa's face, nodding slowly as she adjusts herself between Tifa's legs, her hands running up the insides of her friend's thighs, still taking her time even after Tifa's approval is all it takes to turn her efforts in getting her friend wet around on her.

The ache between her thighs can wait while she enjoys the sight of Tifa laid out like this, the folds of her cunt parted slightly, her beautiful form stretched out above, eyes closed in anticipation. With the men in her life, she doesn't mind making demands and getting spoiled, but it's different being intimate with another woman, much less someone as gentle-hearted as Tifa is. She doesn't want to rush it, content to let her desires take a backseat in favor of exploring Tifa's with her.

"You're one to talk," she answers quietly as one of her fingers delves past Tifa's folds, trailing down to her entrance to tease around it, relishing in heat and the way Tifa's arousal slicks up her finger before she spreads that moisture upwards to her clit, using it to keep the pressure of her finger light and teasing as it glides in a slow back and forth.

"How does it feel?" Another pang of yearning reverberates through her core, the tip of her finger pressing more firmly as she asks. "Are you ready for more?" Because she is dying to taste her, so much so that Nami's already started leaning in, getting close enough that her second question is almost breathed against her cunt.

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"You know, normally I have a hard time believing compliments," Tifa murmurs, low gasps and tensing thighs accompanying Nami's slow exploration. "But with you--oh." Her fist curls into the covers, body lurching forward as Nami's finger drags up her slit. It's sharper than her own hand has ever felt, and she aches when it's gone. Not that it lasts long; a second later it's swirling around that sensitive bud, and Tifa is moaning Nami's name breathlessly.

"With--with you, I always know--you mean it."

She shudders, trying to sit back. If this was this strong, how was she even going to handle more? But she didn't want Nami to stop, not for anything. "It feels amazing. I -- I don't know if I'm ready, but I still want more. Please." That last word is nearly a beg, her thighs tensing again as Nami's breath warms the outside of her cunt. She hadn't realized the hand in Nami's hair had tightened, and she lets it go, gently scratching her scalp.

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There are a lot of things that Nami is comfortable manipulating to her advantage, but the trust of another woman - much less one whose gentleness has all but wedged itself into Nami's heart without her awareness - isn't one of those things, and when Tifa tells her she knows Nami means what she says, Nami can't help but flush with satisfaction and desire.

"I mean it," Nami echoes, her voice low. Permitting herself to care beyond her crewmates isn't something Nami does lightly, but with Tifa, it's just too easy. She's a sucker for unabashed kindness, she's learning. The steady rhythm of her finger as it passes back and forth over Tifa's clit lets up, only to be replaced by her tongue after she lowers her head and licks past Tifa's folds, lathing down the length of her slit before pressing firmly against her clit, her jaw working up and down to give Tifa the friction of motion without having to relent any pressure.

Nami brings the tips of two fingers to play at Tifa's entrance, not pushing so much as teasing, waiting for Tifa to signal that she's ready for that. Her tongue lets up long enough to be replaced by Nami's lips, wet from Tifa's cunt and tight around her clit, sucking at the sensitive bud as the tip of her tongue makes abstract patterns across it.

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"Nami," Tifa gasps, arching hard against the change of sensation. Her finger was wonderful, her tongue is nearly overwhelming. The wet heat of it makes her want to beg for more, her hips twitching and her cunt clenching.

And then she adds her fingers, and Tifa's gasping, her hands tightening and her thighs squeezing. "S-sorry--I--Nami, shit...I...didn't know it could feel like this..."

She wants more, even as she can't imagine how much more there could be. Already she feels like her thoughts are hazy under the golden ache of pleasure, her climax building unreasonably fast.

"W-whatever you want to do," she stammers, "I trust you."

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Captivated by the way Tifa rocks her body, moving towards the pressure of Nami's tongue, and the gentle press at her entrance, she gently lets her fingers sink into Tifa's cunt, a pang of yearning shooting straight between her thighs, feeling the wet warmth of the other woman's body. Nami's tongue presses against Tifa's clit in long, slow licks, humming as the taste of her friend all but floods her senses, pausing only long enough to catch her breath and answer her.

"I want to make you come," she answers in a whisper, looking up at Tifa's face from between her thighs, her murky marine eyes uncharacteristically bright with intent. Their teaching moment has gone off the rails, and while Nami's ordinarily good at keeping on task, getting things back on track is the furthest thing from her mind when her entire focus is spent on the sounds she can get her friend to make, and the way she rocks and shudders against her.

"Fuck yourself on my fingers, show me how you like it." Nami directs in a low voice, her breath warm against Tifa's folds before she leans back in to tighten her lips around her friend's clit, sucking gently as she slowly starts to slide her fingers free of Tifa's cunt before driving them back inside her and curling them once more.

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Tifa's breath comes in a series of strained whimpers, eyes wide and body taught and trembling as heat rolls through her. "N-Nami," she stammers, brushing the other woman's hair. She's touched herself, of course, but it never felt anything like this. She struggles not to give in too hard, or she knows she'll finish in another breath. And she doesn't want to -- she wants to savor this. She doesn't feel like some object that makes someone else feel good. She feels precious, revered, and exchange -- just like when they kissed.

She presses her lips together, nodding as she stares down at Nami, having trouble processing her there between her legs. "I'd -- ah -- like that." She flushes at Nami's order, crying out as the other returns to her sensitive folds. She was going to say she's not sure how she likes it, but it doesn't matter, because all she can think about is how good Nami feels, and her body is rocking forward, demanding more closeness, more pressure, regardless of whether she means to.

"I like -- this -- " she stammers, her body tensing with an orgasm already so close, her fingers digging into Nami's hair and trying to pull them close, even as she tries not to crush the other with her thighs.

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The fiery ache between Nami's thighs grows in intensity, leaving her wishing there was a way to slip a hand down the front of the harness she's wearing to play with her own clit — seeing Tifa enjoying herself so thoroughly is turning her on almost as much as being touched directly would have. Determined to give her friend as many reasons to tremble against the bed as she can, Nami feels herself leaning into the hands in her hair a soft moan reverberating against Tifa's clit as Nami's lips loosen enough to keep that swollen bud fixed in place, making it easy for her tongue to lick over it, tracing abstract patterns.

Moaning against the other woman's flesh as she feels Tifa's cunt start to grip onto her fingers, Nami lets them press a little deeper each time she fucks into her, eager to push her over the edge, and extremely happy with the decision to forget about the strap-on for now. She wouldn't have wanted to miss feeling, and tasting her like this for anything.

"You feel incredible," Nami whispers during the fleeting second she takes to catch her breath before her tongue returns to Tifa's clit, not bothering to give her friend a chance to reply.