The kiss lingered like a flame refusing to die, Tsunade and Minato's lips moving in a heated rhythm that sent sparks through the air. "Mmmh… mmmh… oh, Minato… give me more," Tsunade whimpered into his mouth, her tongue flicking against his with urgent hunger.
Her body melted against him, hips rolling in slow, teasing circles against his straining erection, the friction building a delicious ache between her thighs. The room pulsed with their shared breath, heavy and ragged, the scent of arousal thick and intoxicating.
Tsunade's fingers dug into Minato's shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer, her mind a whirlwind of lust. He's so commanding… so perfect. And Jiraiya's eyes on us—it's like fuel to the fire. Let him suffer a little.
Jiraiya's world narrowed to the erotic tableau before him, his heart pounding in a chaotic symphony of torment and thrill. His cock throbbed insistently in his pants, a betrayal of his body that he couldn't ignore, no matter how much the jealousy clawed at his insides.
This can't be happening, he thought, his mind reeling. Tsunade—the woman I've chased for decades, the one who's haunted my dreams and fueled my stories—she's giving herself to him. My own student, the pretty boy with the perfect life.
The sight of her grinding her lush ass against Minato's lap, her curves undulating with such raw sensuality, was a knife twist in his gut. He'd imagined this a thousand times: her moans for him, her body arching under his touch.
But reality was crueler than any fantasy. What does he have that I don't? Youth? Looks? He's already got a harem of admirers, women throwing themselves at him, and she knows it.
She knows he's fucked half the village, yet here she is, moaning like a whore for him. It's not fair—I've been loyal, I've waited… and for what? To watch? The internal war raged on, arousal warring with resentment. His mouth went dry, then watered uncontrollably as he fixated on her exposed skin, the way her breasts heaved with each breath.
At least I get this glimpse… better than nothing. Hell, it's prime material for my next book. But gods, it hurts. His erection strained harder, a painful reminder of his unfulfilled desires, and he shifted in his seat, the subtle movement only heightening the friction and his frustration.
Tsunade's moans escalated, a breathy cascade that echoed off the walls. "Mmmh… Minato, you're incredible," she purred, her voice laced with sultry need as his hands squeezed her ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh like he was claiming territory.
The sensation made her pussy clench, her arousal dripping down her thighs, soaking through the thin barrier between them. He's owning every inch of me… and Jiraiya's breaking inside. I can see it in his eyes—the envy, the want. It's intoxicating. Minato's other hand ventured upward, grasping the edge of her top. With a rough, deliberate yank, he shredded the fabric, the tear resounding like a whip crack in the tense room.
Her magnificent breasts tumbled free, full and bouncing with hypnotic allure, nipples already pert and begging for attention in the cool air.
"Damn, Tsunade… these are masterpieces," Minato growled, his eyes darkening with lust as he drew her fully onto his lap. The chair groaned under their weight, protesting the added pressure as Tsunade settled against him, her grinding intensifying into a rhythmic dance that teased his cock mercilessly.
His hands were everywhere—one kneading her ass, spreading and squeezing with possessive force, the other cupping her breast, thumb flicking over the sensitive bud. "I'm going to savor every bit of you," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her core.
"Ohh… yes, Minato… take me, do whatever you desire," Tsunade gasped, her head tilting back in ecstasy as she arched into his touch.
Her body was alive with fire, every nerve singing under his command. He leaned in, his face burying between her breasts, lips brushing the soft valleys before he latched onto one, kissing the supple skin with fervent passion. "Mmmh… feel them… they're yours tonight, all for you and only you," she moaned, her voice breaking into a whimper as his mouth enveloped her nipple, sucking deeply with a wet, slurping pull that made her toes curl.
Jiraiya's breath caught in his throat, his internal storm intensifying to a hurricane. Her breasts… gods, they're even more perfect than I imagined. Full, jiggling like that—how many nights have I pictured burying my face there, tasting her? The sight of Minato's lips on her, sucking and biting with such entitlement, sent a fresh wave of jealousy crashing over him.
He's got everything—talent, charm, and now her. I've spent my life peeking through keyholes, writing about love I never had, and he just takes it. Why not me? Am I too old? Too perverted? She laughs at my advances, but for him, she's melting. Yet, the arousal was undeniable, his cock pulsing with each of her moans, his mind flooding with vivid, torturous images.
I should leave, spare myself this agony… but I can't. Watching her like this—it's the closest I'll ever get. Pathetic, Jiraiya, you're pathetic. His fists clenched on his thighs, nails biting into his palms as he fought the urge to stroke himself, the conflict tearing him apart.
Saliva pooled in his mouth, his tongue aching to be where Minato's was, and he swallowed hard, the sound lost in Tsunade's cries.
Tsunade's moans grew wilder, unrestrained and primal. "Mmmh… ahhh… Minato, suck harder… bite me, yes!" she cried out, her hips bucking against him as his teeth grazed her nipple, a sharp nip that blended pain with exquisite pleasure.
Her pussy throbbed emptily, craving more, but the tease was divine. He's masterful… driving me insane while Jiraiya unravels. Look at him—hard as a rock, but too proud to admit it. Minato switched to her other breast, his tongue laving the peak before drawing it into his mouth with a deep, hungry suck, his hand pinching the abandoned nipple until she squirmed.
"You taste so sweet, Tsunade," Minato murmured against her skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. "Moan for me louder—let him hear how much you want this." His words were a command, and she obeyed, her voice rising in a crescendo of "Ohh… mmmh… fuck, yes!" as he alternated between sucking, biting, and kissing, his free hand sliding down to grip her thigh, fingers inching toward her dripping core.
Jiraiya's mind fractured further under the assault of sights and sounds. Her moans… they're killing me. I've heard them in my head, but real? It's torture. Minato, you bastard—enjoying her like a toy while I sit here, invisible.
The jealousy burned like acid, mingling with a twisted excitement that made his cock leak pre-cum, staining his pants. Part of me hates this, wants to storm out… but another part? It's thrilled. Seeing her unleashed, even if it's not with me—it's fuel for the fire I've carried so long.
Damn it, why can't I have her? Is it my fault for never pushing harder? His eyes devoured every jiggle of her breasts, every wet smack of Minato's lips, the conflict a maelstrom that left him breathless and aching. This will haunt me forever… but I'd rather have the ghost than nothing.
Tsunade glanced at Jiraiya through hooded eyes, her lips curving in a wicked smile. "Enjoying the view, old toad?" she taunted breathlessly, her grinding never faltering. "Mmmh… too bad you'll never taste this." The words stung, deepening his turmoil, but they also ignited a spark of defiant lust. Minato chuckled, his mouth still busy, "Keep watching, Sensei… she's loving every second."
As Minato continued his assault on her breasts—kissing the swells, taking them deep into his mouth, sucking with rhythmic pulls, biting just enough to elicit gasps, and lavishing her nipples with swirling tongue flicks—Tsunade's moans filled the room like music.
"Mmmmh… ahhhh… mmmh!" She couldn't hold back, her body trembling, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Jiraiya, caught in his web of conflict, could only stare, his mouth watering at the sight of her glorious breasts jiggling under Minato's expert play, the scene etching itself into his soul.
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