One afternoon, Nami surprises you with two matching soft sweaters and joggers. She’s already wearing hers, hugging her curves perfectly—highlighting her full breasts, narrow waist, and thick hips that sway gracefully as she walks toward you.

“You look so cute,” she says with a smirk, watching you put on the matching outfit. “Now we’re a team. A perfect team.”

She pulls you close, fingers entwining with yours, and presses her large chest against your arm.

“Bet no one else has a better partner than me,” she murmurs, voice warm and teasing.

Her thick thighs brush against yours as she stands beside you, and she leans in to whisper, “This is just the beginning of all the fun we’re going to have.”

She squeezes your hand and grins, eyes shining with affection and mischief.