The Haruno Complex | By : c0p13r Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 8657 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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“Why is it always me?” moped Sakura. She hung her head, knowing that the bathhouse was supposed to be a place to relax, yet she just couldn’t get away from day-to-day woes. “Mom nags me so much.”
Ino giggled behind her. “All moms do.” Her hands slid around from Sakura’s back to come up and cup Sakura’s small breasts, using a milking motion to squeeze them until her thumbs and fingers latched into her nipples. The motion was rough; Sakura’s chest was not developed enough to endure rougher treatment like Ino’s and Hinata’s. “But your mom isn’t so bad.” Ino’s fingers flicked across the nipples to provoke them. “Not like my dad.”
Sakura pouted a little. If she wanted to compare dads, she would win for Worst One. Kizashi was nothing but bad puns, bad timing, and insatiable lust. Mebuki was just glad to have her own load lightened by her daughter taking up the duty. No way Inoichi rode Ino half as hard or half as often as Kizashi rode her.
Tenten, thankfully, was taking care of the aftermath, resting one of Sakura’s legs over her shoulder, Sakura sitting on the edge of the bath while Tenten submerged to line her mouth up with her recently-used twat. Tenten opened the pink gash with her fingers, observed with some astonishment how much Kizashi was able to cum, and then proceeded to eat it all out. In stringy laps, her tongue siphoned the incestuous and bitter seed out, closing her mouth every so often for a good swallow before returning. Sometimes, when Sakura seemed to be a bit too lax, she’d stir her with a good, clitoral lick that’d make the pink-haired healer shiver and break momentarily from her griping. But this wasn’t about pleasure. This was doing Sakura a favor by cleaning her cunt out.
Ino was there to brace Sakura when Tenten’s hunger got the better of her, pushing Sakura’s legs straight up in a wide vee, opening her snatch and shoving her mouth deep against her vagina. “Not so rough, Tenten,” gasped Sakura, reaching down to split her muff and help the reach of Tenten’s wriggling tongue. She could get deep, Sakura had to give the older girl that. Tenten was full of concentration and determination to sup out as much of Kizashi’s cum as possible, grinding her lips into Sakura’s groin with a deep, muted moan. She might have been enjoying it more than Sakura herself.
“Just enjoy it,” said Ino with a smile before letting a hand trickle down with featherlight brushes against Sakura’s skin. Sakura shuddered again, knowing the exact path Ino was taking. She might have danced around her navel momentarily as if to distract from her intentions, but soon, she was running the light breadth of the pink hair and landing on her erect clit. Her fingers were smoother and more dexterous than Kizashi’s clumsy and thick fingers. She knew how to probe Sakura, how to really please a woman. Sakura considered lending her to Mebuki, just to mellow her mom out.
And if her dad failed to make her cum—She seethed, squeezing Ino’s diving arm as her body tensed up—her friends would remedy that. Ino’s skill and Tenten’s persistence, working together, Sakura came almost immediately. The rushing stream from her spooked Tenten from her place, though; Ino laughed at the spectacle, but didn’t let up on tickling Sakura’s button.
“Jeez,” Tenten complained, wiping at the dripping mess as Sakura gave passionate thrusts to the air, her convulsing cunt searching for a suitable filler. “You came without any warning, Sakura.” She wiped at her drenched chin.
Sakura didn’t have time to apologize nor the mind to care. She just kept bucking against Ino’s talented strumming. She called out from time to time; loud “Haa! Haa! Haa!”-ing. Her legs stretched, her toes reaching and curling alternatingly as the last shocks of necessary ecstasy vacated her system.
“Hinata-san has it the worst, though,” Ino said as Sakura uncoiled, picking up the conversation of who had the worst, most upsetting father. With subsiding intensity but no less commitment, she pulled over the nub until Sakura finally dropped with a relieved sigh. Ino turned her head, tilting into the crook of Sakura’s neck, playfully nipping at her ultrasensitive skin; Sakura gasped and moaned.
“Her dad is pretty strict,” Tenten agreed, nodding and crawling up to sit with the two others. “Neji tells me how hard he pushes Hinata.”
“Not like Sakura’s dad,” Ino mused, now coddling both of Sakura’s breasts. Giggling, she nipped at Sakura’s ear to continue her provocation. “Right, Sakura?”
Sakura moaned and rolled her eyes. She needed to get going to meet with her teacher.
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