As Kurenai stepped out of the shower, her skin still warm and dewy, she toweled herself off, her heart pounding with anticipation.
She knew her sensei, Kushina, was planning something wild, and the thought alone sent a shiver of excitement through her.
Her mind drifted back to Minato—his commanding presence, the way he'd taken her with such raw intensity. The memory of his touch, his breath hot against her skin, made her thighs clench, a pulse of heat blooming low in her core.
She was already aching, her body betraying her eagerness for whatever was coming next.
Slipping into her black butterfly-patterned lingerie, Kurenai turned to the mirror, her breath catching at her reflection. Her slim waist curved into a full, rounded ass, her breasts pert and perfectly framed by the delicate lace.
Her skin glistened under the soft light, every inch of her radiating a sultry confidence. She felt powerful, desirable, her arousal simmering just beneath the surface. The thought of Minato's hands on her again, and now Kushina's unpredictable energy, set her nerves alight with a heady mix of nervousness and craving.
Steeling herself, Kurenai opened the door to the main bedroom and froze, her breath hitching in her throat. There, on the bed, was Kushina—on all fours, her body a vision of pure, unadulterated allure.
Her red lingerie clung to her like a second skin, the vibrant hue mirroring the fiery cascade of her hair. Every curve of her body was perfection: her heavy, flawless breasts, her smooth, thick thighs, and an ass so lush it seemed crafted by the gods themselves. Kurenai's mouth watered, her pulse racing as she took in the sight.
She'd always thought herself desirable, but Kushina was a goddess incarnate, radiating a confidence so potent it could unravel anyone—man or woman.
No wonder Kushina didn't care about Minato's dalliances; her beauty was a weapon, her presence a promise of ecstasy no one could resist.
Kurenai's trance was broken by a sharp, "Ahhh!" from Kushina, the sound raw and dripping with pleasure. Behind her stood Minato, clad only in tight black underwear that did little to hide the bulge of his arousal. In his hand was a whip, its leather tip glinting with menace and promise.
His eyes burned with a predatory hunger as he brought it down again—thwack—the sharp crack against Kushina's ass sending a ripple through her voluptuous curves. The sight sent a jolt of heat straight to Kurenai's core, her panties growing damp as her body responded to the erotic tableau before her.
"You have such a body, Kushi,"
Minato growled, his voice low and thick with desire, his gaze locked on the way her ass jiggled with each strike. Kurenai silently agreed, her own arousal spiking as she imagined herself in Kushina's place, feeling the sting of that whip, the weight of Minato's dominance.
"It's all yours," Kushina purred, her voice a sultry invitation as she arched her back, grinding her hips back to press her lush ass against Minato's groin. "Do whatever you want." The words were a challenge, a surrender, and a seduction all at once.
Kurenai's breath hitched, her body trembling with the need to join them, to lose herself in the heat radiating from the couple.
Thwack! Another slap, this time Minato's hand against Kushina's ass, the sound echoing in the room. She moaned, a deep, throaty sound that made Kurenai's knees weak.
Minato's hands found Kushina's waist, pulling her back until her ass was flush against his hardness, the thin fabric of his underwear doing nothing to dull the heat of his erection pressing into her.
Kushina's movements were deliberate, sensual, her hips rolling in slow, torturous circles as she ground against him, teasing out every ounce of pleasure. Minato groaned, the sound primal, his restraint fraying as he felt the goddess before him work her magic.
Kurenai watched, transfixed, her body burning with a mix of envy and desire. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, the room pulsing with an electric intensity that made her skin tingle. Kushina's confidence, her unapologetic sensuality, was intoxicating.
Minato's hands roamed higher, tracing the dip of her waist, the soft curve of her stomach, his touch reverent yet possessive. Kushina's body responded, her back arching further, her breasts swaying slightly as she raised her upper body, her movements fluid and hypnotic.
Turning her head, Kushina's lips found Minato's in a searing kiss, their tongues tangling with a hunger that made Kurenai's pulse race. Kushina's ass never stopped its slow, deliberate grind, each movement drawing a low moan from Minato, his hands tightening on her hips as if to anchor himself against the overwhelming pleasure.
Kurenai's own arousal was almost unbearable now, her thighs pressing together as she fought the urge to touch herself, to ease the aching need building inside her.
"Mmmh," Kushina hummed into the kiss, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "How's it feel?" she teased, her lips brushing against Minato's as she spoke, her ass still working him into a frenzy.
"Great," Minato managed, his voice hoarse, lost in the haze of her beauty and the pleasure coursing through him. His hands slid higher, cupping her breasts through the lace, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, drawing another moan from her lips.
Kurenai's breath caught, her own nipples tightening in response, her body screaming to be touched, to be part of this inferno of desire.
Their kiss broke, and Minato dove for Kushina's neck, his lips and teeth grazing the sensitive skin, marking her with bites that made her gasp and writhe. Kushina's laughter rang out, rich and uninhibited, a sound that vibrated through Kurenai's core, stoking her own desire to a fever pitch.
The sight of Minato's strong, lean body pressed against Kushina's curves, the way they moved together like they were made for each other, was almost too much to bear.
Kushina lowered herself again, her hands gripping the sheets, her body trembling with anticipation as Minato's weight settled over her.
His chest pressed against her back, his hips aligned with hers, the heat of his arousal searing through the thin barrier of fabric. "Mmmh… ahh," Kushina moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure as Minato's hands and lips continued their worship, every touch igniting sparks of ecstasy that Kurenai could practically feel in her own skin.
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