The Sensual World of nami x sanji

On the marble counter in nothing but an apron, nami x sanji chops nothing—she’s too busy. Legs spread, she slides a thick cucumber deep while biting her lip, moaning “Just like nami x sanji”. The cold surface contrasts with her heat as she fucks herself harder, crying “nami x sanji” with every thrust until she squirts across the floor in messy “nami x sanji” bliss.