[ They at least have a lot of time if they want to do more things. Weiss might not be in a rush to leave this pod even after the door's opened, but will at least give Nami the opportunity to do so if she wanted. Besides, if they like what's going on, there's always another time, too.
When Nami kisses her, she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction from it all. Others might not like to kiss as much, but Weiss finds that she likes it. A lot. She likes it general when people use their mouths, regardless of there they are. On her lips, her neck, her tits, and everywhere else. It makes her more excited, so evident in the way she moans into Nami's mouth, her tongue darting out and looking for her's to dance with, to lick and to taste.
Her clit throbs, moreso when the flat of Nami's finger brushes over it. She chases after that feeling, rolling her hips a little just to rub her arousal against Nami's finger again. And she mimics that motion with her own hand, her index and middle fingers slowly following the path to her entrance over the panties. Just a ghost of a touch at first for a couple of strokes, before she guides her hand back up to slip underneath the waistband the next time around. ]
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When Nami kisses her, she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction from it all. Others might not like to kiss as much, but Weiss finds that she likes it. A lot. She likes it general when people use their mouths, regardless of there they are. On her lips, her neck, her tits, and everywhere else. It makes her more excited, so evident in the way she moans into Nami's mouth, her tongue darting out and looking for her's to dance with, to lick and to taste.
Her clit throbs, moreso when the flat of Nami's finger brushes over it. She chases after that feeling, rolling her hips a little just to rub her arousal against Nami's finger again. And she mimics that motion with her own hand, her index and middle fingers slowly following the path to her entrance over the panties. Just a ghost of a touch at first for a couple of strokes, before she guides her hand back up to slip underneath the waistband the next time around. ]