The air was thick with a primal heat, a sultry haze that wrapped around the room like a lover's embrace. The wooden table groaned beneath Tsunade's trembling form, its rhythmic creaks a testament to the raw intensity of Minato's thrusts.
"Ahhh… Minato… ohhh, gods… yes…" Tsunade's moans spilled from her lips, a cascade of raw, unfiltered desire that reverberated through the space, each sound igniting a fire in Jiraiya's veins.
Her golden hair clung to her sweat-slicked skin, framing her flushed face as she surrendered to the moment, her body rocking in sync with Minato's relentless rhythm.
The memory of moments ago burned in Jiraiya's mind—Tsunade's sultry command, "Thrust it inside me," as she climbed onto the table, her thighs parted, her body an invitation of untamed beauty.
Minato had answered her plea, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed himself into her, drawing a sharp, primal moan from her lips. "Ohhh… yes… Minato…!" she had gasped, her voice breaking as he filled her, the slick heat of their union sending a shudder through her.
Now, that rhythm continued, each thrust a pulse of raw energy that shook the table and filled the room with the sound of flesh meeting flesh—phak, phak, phak.
"Mmmh… harder… ohhh… Minato… please…" Tsunade's voice was a husky purr, her words punctuated by breathless moans that clawed at Jiraiya's resolve.
He stood frozen, a captive to their passion, his heart pounding with a volatile mix of arousal and agony. Why her? Why him? The thought gnawed at him, a bitter undercurrent beneath the heat pooling in his core.
He had loved her for years, his heart laid bare in countless unspoken moments, yet here she was, lost in ecstasy with Minato, her body a canvas of pleasure marked by another man's hands.
Tsunade's breasts, adorned with crimson bite marks from Minato's earlier hunger, bounced with each thrust, glistening under the dim light.
"Ahhh… fuck me… yes… ohhh…" Her moans grew louder, more desperate, each one a dagger to Jiraiya's heart and a spark to his loins. Her head tilted back, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with lust, and for a fleeting moment, her gaze met his.
A slow, seductive smile curved her lips, a teasing glint in her eyes that said she knew the effect she had on him. She's tormenting me, Jiraiya thought, his jaw tightening as his body betrayed him, hardening despite the pain in his chest.
"Ohhh… Minato… you're so deep… mmmh…" Tsunade's voice was a sultry melody, her moans weaving through the air like a spell. Her hands gripped the table's edges, knuckles white as she arched her back, offering herself fully to Minato's relentless pace.
The sound of their bodies colliding—phak, phak, phak—was a primal drumbeat, each impact sending a jolt through Jiraiya's frame. He wanted to look away, to spare himself the torment, but her beauty held him captive. Her sweat-slicked curves, the way her thighs trembled, the slick evidence of her arousal glistening between them—it was too much, too raw, too intoxicating.
She's everything I've ever wanted, Jiraiya's mind screamed, his heart a tangled mess of longing and despair. And she's giving it all to him. The realization burned, a raw wound that pulsed with every moan she let out. Tsunade's eyes flicked toward him again, her smile slower, more deliberate, as if she relished the power she held over him.
"Mmmh… so good… ohhh, Minato… fuck me…" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction, each word a teasing caress that cut deeper than any blade. Jiraiya's hands clenched, nails biting into his palms as he fought the urge to act, to claim what was forever out of reach.
Minato's hands roamed her body, one sliding up to cup her breast, his thumb grazing her hardened nipple. Tsunade gasped, her moan sharp and piercing. "Ahhh… yes… touch me… ohhh…" Her body arched into his hand, her skin flushed with the fire of her arousal.
Jiraiya's breath hitched, his own desire a torment he couldn't escape. He could see the slickness between her thighs, the way her body responded to every touch, every thrust, and it drove him to the edge of sanity. She's so alive… so untouchable. His heart ached, yet his body burned, caught in the paradox of wanting what he could never have.
"Tsunade…" Minato's voice was a low growl, thick with lust as he leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear. "You're so tight… so fucking perfect…" His words drew another moan from her, a long, shuddering "Ohhh… Minato… yes…" that made Jiraiya's head spin. The intimacy of their exchange was a knife to his gut, yet he couldn't tear his eyes away. Tsunade's hands reached back, tangling in Minato's hair as she pulled him closer, her moans growing louder, more urgent. "Fuck me… ohhh… harder… please… ahhh…"
The rhythm intensified, the table shaking violently as Minato's thrusts grew more forceful. Phak, phak, phak. Tsunade's moans became a continuous stream, a primal chant that filled the room with its raw intensity. "Ahhh… yes… mmmh… Minato… don't stop… ohhh…" Her voice broke on a sob of pleasure, her body trembling as she neared her peak.
Jiraiya could see it—the way her muscles tensed, the way her thighs quivered, the way her breath came in short, ragged gasps. His own arousal was a torment, his body screaming for release even as his heart shattered.
"I'm… ahhh… gonna cum…" Tsunade's voice was a desperate plea, her words punctuated by sharp, breathless moans as her body began to shudder. "Ohhh… Minato… cum inside me… please… ahhh…" The raw need in her voice was a spark to Jiraiya's frayed nerves. She wants him… not me.
The thought was a bitter poison, yet it only heightened his desire, his body betraying him with every pulse of his racing heart. Tsunade's teasing smile flashed again, her eyes locking with his for a moment, as if daring him to feel every ounce of her pleasure.
Minato's grip on her hips tightened, his own breath ragged as he drove into her with relentless intensity. Tsunade's moans reached a crescendo, each one a raw, primal cry that echoed in Jiraiya's ears. "Ahhh… yes… ohhh… Minato… I'm cumming…!" Her body convulsed, her pussy tightening around him as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
The sight was overwhelming—her head thrown back, her breasts heaving, her lips parted in a silent scream as her climax took her. "Ohhh… ahhh… yes…!"
Minato followed moments later, a low groan escaping his lips as he spilled inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
Tsunade's moans softened, becoming a series of breathless whimpers as she rode out the aftershocks, her body trembling against his. "Mmmh… ah… ah… Minato…" Her voice was a whisper now, thick with satisfaction, her skin glowing with the heat of their shared ecstasy.
Jiraiya stood rooted to the spot, his body aching with unspent desire, his heart a tangled mess of longing and pain. The sight of Tsunade, sated and glowing, her body still pressed against Minato's, was both a torment and a revelation. She's everything I've ever wanted… and everything I'll never have.
Her moans lingered in his mind, a haunting melody that would echo long after the moment had passed. Tsunade's eyes flicked toward him one last time, her smile soft but teasing, as if she knew the power she held over him. It was a look that promised nothing and everything, a final twist of the knife that left him breathless.
The room was silent now, save for the soft, ragged breaths of the lovers and the faint creak of the table settling beneath them. The air still hummed with the heat of their passion, a primal energy that clung to Jiraiya's skin, marking him as much as Minato's bites had marked Tsunade. He was caught, forever trapped in the orbit of her desire, a witness to a fire he could never touch.
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