The air was thick with heat, a sultry haze that clung to the skin like a lover's breath. Tsunade's moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained, each one a primal cry that echoed off the walls and set Jiraiya's nerves ablaze. "Mmmh… ohhh… Minato…" Her voice trembled, husky with desire, as Minato's lips worked her sensitive nipple, sucking with a slow, deliberate hunger.
Her full breasts, flushed and heaving, bore the marks of his teeth—crimson imprints that glistened under the dim light, a testament to the fire igniting between them.
Tsunade arched her back, her body quivering as Minato's teeth grazed her skin, leaving another sharp, red mark on the soft curve of her breast.
"Ahhh! Minato… ohhh, yes…" she gasped, her moans spilling out in waves, each one louder, more desperate than the last. The sound was intoxicating, a siren's call that made Jiraiya's gut twist with a volatile mix of jealousy and arousal.
His eyes were locked on her, unable to tear away from the sight of her voluptuous form, every curve illuminated in the soft glow of the room.
Minato's hands roamed her waist, fingers digging into her flesh with possessive intent. Tsunade's head tilted back, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders as she let out another throaty moan.
"Mmmh… oh, gods, Minato…" Her voice was a sultry purr, dripping with need, her lips parted as she surrendered to the sensation. Jiraiya swallowed hard, his throat dry, his body betraying him as he watched Minato claim her in ways he could only dream of.
The sight of Tsunade's marked breasts, glistening with Minato's saliva, sent a surge of heat through him, his arousal warring with the bitter pang in his chest.
Tsunade stood, her movements slow and deliberate, her body a vision of raw, untamed beauty. The red marks on her breasts stood out starkly against her creamy skin, each one a brand of Minato's desire.
Jiraiya's gaze followed the sway of her hips, the way her curves seemed to beckon, taunting him with what he couldn't have. Minato stepped behind her, his hands sliding over her waist, pulling her close until her body pressed flush against his.
Tsunade let out a soft, shuddering moan, "Ohhh… Minato… mmmh…" as his fingers traced the dip of her spine, igniting sparks of pleasure that made her tremble.
Their lips met in a searing kiss, Tsunade's moan muffled against Minato's mouth as she melted into him. Her ass pressed firmly against his groin, the friction drawing a low growl from Minato's throat. Jiraiya's breath hitched, his body reacting viscerally to the sight.
He could feel the heat radiating from them, a primal energy that pulsed through the room, making his own desire coil tighter. Tsunade's moans grew louder, more insistent, each one a knife to Jiraiya's heart and a spark to his loins. "Mmmh… ohhh… don't stop…" she whimpered, her voice thick with lust as Minato's hands slid lower, tugging at the hem of her skirt.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Minato peeled the fabric away, letting it pool at her feet. Tsunade stood in nothing but a pair of white panties, the thin material clinging to her curves, already damp with her arousal. Jiraiya's eyes widened, his pulse hammering as he took in the sight.
The wet spot on her panties was unmistakable, a glistening promise of her need. Minato's fingers traced the edge of the fabric, teasing her skin, and Tsunade let out a sharp, "Ohhh… Minato… please…" Her voice was raw, almost animalistic, her body trembling with anticipation.
Their eyes met for a fleeting moment—Tsunade's gaze locking with Jiraiya's. Her lips curved into a sultry, knowing smile, her eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and desire.
She pulled Minato into another kiss, her moans vibrating against his lips as she pressed herself closer, her body a canvas of heat and want. "Mmmh… so good… ohhh, Minato…" she gasped between kisses, her voice a symphony of pleasure that made Jiraiya's head spin.
He had already come once, the intensity of the scene overwhelming him, but his body stirred again, hardening at the sight of her uninhibited passion.
"Why don't you take these off?" Tsunade purred, her voice dripping with seduction as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. "I want you… now…" Her words were a primal invitation, each syllable laced with need. Jiraiya's breath caught, his body aching with a mix of torment and longing. It wasn't him she was speaking to—it was Minato, whose hands were already moving to fulfill her command.
Minato's fingers slid beneath the fabric, peeling the damp panties down her thighs with agonizing slowness. Tsunade moaned loudly, "Ohhh… yes… mmmh…" as the cool air kissed her exposed skin, her body trembling with anticipation.
The panties fell to the floor, landing in a wet heap in front of Jiraiya. His hand twitched, instinctively reaching out, his fingers brushing the damp fabric. The scent of her arousal hit him like a wave, raw and intoxicating, sending a jolt of heat straight to his core.
Tsunade turned, her body now fully bared to Jiraiya's gaze. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, her breasts rising and falling, the red marks glowing like embers against her skin. "Ohhh… Minato…" she moaned, her voice a low, primal growl as she met Jiraiya's eyes again, her smile both cruel and inviting.
She reveled in the power of her own desirability, knowing the effect she had on him. Jiraiya hated it—the way her beauty consumed him, the way her moans stoked the fire in his veins—but he couldn't look away. He was caught, ensnared by the raw, animalistic heat of the moment.
Minato's hands roamed her body, cupping her ass and squeezing with a possessive hunger that drew another loud moan from Tsunade. "Mmmh… ohhh, yes… harder…" she begged, her voice thick with need, her body arching into his touch. Jiraiya's own arousal surged, his body betraying him as he watched Minato's fingers dig into her flesh, leaving faint red marks that only heightened her allure.
Tsunade's hands moved to Minato's pants, her fingers deft and eager as she tugged them down, revealing his straining arousal barely contained by his underwear. "Ohhh… Minato… look at you…" she purred, her voice a sultry caress as she slid the fabric away, freeing him completely.
His cock stood proud, pulsing with heat, and Tsunade's moan was almost feral as she wrapped her hand around him, feeling the throbbing warmth against her palm. "Mmmh… so hard… ohhh, I need you…"
Jiraiya's heart pounded, his body screaming with a mix of agony and desire as he watched Tsunade climb onto the table, her movements slow and deliberate, every motion dripping with intent. Her thighs parted slightly, revealing the glistening evidence of her arousal, and she let out a long, shuddering moan.
"Thrust it inside me… please, Minato… ohhh, I can't wait…" Her voice was a raw, primal plea, her body trembling with need as she positioned herself, her curves a vision of untamed beauty.
Minato moved closer, his hands gripping her hips as he aligned himself with her.
Tsunade's moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with their intensity. "Ohhh… yes… mmmh… do it…" she gasped, her voice breaking as she arched her back, offering herself completely.
The air was electric, charged with the raw heat of their desire, and Jiraiya could feel it wrapping around him, pulling him deeper into the scene despite the torment it caused.
As Minato pressed forward, Tsunade's moan was a guttural cry, "Ohhh… Minato… yes…!" Her body shuddered, her breasts bouncing slightly with the force of his movement, the red marks glowing brighter in the dim light.
Jiraiya's hands clenched into fists, his body aching with the need to act, to claim, but he was frozen, a captive to the primal display unfolding before him. Tsunade's moans were relentless now, a symphony of pleasure that drowned out everything else. "Mmmh… ohhh… harder… please…!"
The heat in the room was suffocating, a living thing that pulsed with every moan, every touch. Tsunade's body glistened with sweat, her skin flushed with the fire of her arousal.
Minato's hands roamed her curves, his fingers digging into her flesh as he moved with her, their bodies locked in a primal rhythm. Jiraiya watched, his own desire a burning torment, knowing he could never be the one to elicit those moans, to feel her heat against his skin.
Yet he couldn't look away, couldn't stop the fire that consumed him as Tsunade's voice rose to a crescendo, "Ohhh… Minato… yes… yes…!"
The scene was raw, unfiltered, a collision of lust and power that left Jiraiya breathless, his body trembling with the weight of his own unfulfilled desire. Tsunade's moans echoed in his ears, a haunting melody that would linger long after the moment had passed.
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