Chapter 2: THE MOMENT OF SIN
The days passed in an air of absolute normality. Sakura had eventually sweated quite a bit from the rare and isolated chance encounters with her daughter's boyfriend. She feared the threat of that young man, she feared that video that could crush her life. However, Bolt's attitudes did not seem to change much from previous years. In front of Sarada, he was being nice to Sakura. When for some reason they were alone, his attitude was simply neutral. He no longer looked at her aggressively, but he hadn't said anything about that crazy night, either.
Maybe… Bolt had decided not to treat her again. Do not abuse her again.
Sakura with the passage of two weeks, was finally able to calm down. The young Shinobi was not looking for her, not attacking her, nor had he mentioned anything to her about her video evidence. It was like a secret card, which Bolt had decided never to play. Everything could continue normal in Sakura Uchiha's life, as if nothing had changed. Although sadly an event, it unleashed the storm that she had so feared.
One afternoon, Sakura had finished with a series of very successful tests. New vitamin serums could lead to a type of soldier's pill capable of providing better energy conditions for the user; without the later physical cost that the old ones had. It was great news. She worthy of being given in person to the Hokage. Sakura went with her to the office, managing between talk and talk to laugh with Naruto, telling each other things about the daily routine. The man seemed very willing that the meeting did not end. They had some tea, which the Hokage requested from his secretary, and after a while they were chatting very intimately while Naruto continued to sign reports on his desk.
Suddenly, when the doors were opened, it was not exactly Shizune who had to bring it is not known which document previously requested. He was none other than Bolt Uzumaki. That he carried a report on the mission of his team. Both Naruto and Sakura didn't notice. The Hokage sitting in her chair, and she leaning her butt to one side of where the leader signed her documents.
"Hokage-sama ..." Bolt said, whose gesture had turned into pure harshness, "I bring you the report of my mission."
Sakura terrified, she gave a little jump away from her desk. She hadn't even realized that she was so close to Naruto, until Bolt's gaze reminded her of the traumatic situation that occurred weeks ago. The young man faced his father, dropping a folder on the desk, without hiding his annoyance. Naruto couldn't understand that attitude. Why did Bolt always seem mad at him? What had he done this time? Dealing with his son had always been a problem for the Hokage.
-That's all? –Asked Naruto seriously.
"It is ..." defined the young man, "Konohamaru-sensei is in the hospital for some injuries." Nothing serious. He looked at Sakura blankly, and finished, "but I'd better go visit him."
Naruto smirked, dismissing his son. His seriousness was surely indicated by the concern in his sensei. Konohamaru had done a great job training him. Before he was a problem child, now a serious and responsible Shinobi. He had never failed a mission since he was promoted to Chunnin. Sakura, on the other hand, tried by all means not to collapse. Bolt's gaze had told her everything she didn't want to know. She practically ran out of the office, crafting a silly excuse. Naruto didn't understand what was happening, but she could figure it out completely. She had to do her best to talk to Bolt. She had to catch up with him before he unleashed a disaster.
Coming down the hallway of the Hokage tower, she saw him jump onto a roof and begin traveling to reach the hospital area. She immediately she went after him, scared. For nothing in the world should she let that child look for the video! She had to calm him down! She had to explain to him that nothing was happening between her father and her!
She ran as fast as she could, jumped between the roofs and little by little she caught up with him. She could not yell at him, nor be nervous because if by chance some passerby saw her, she would suspect something strange. It was just two Shinobi leaping across the rooftops, both going in the same direction.
-Bolt… Bolt!… ..- she said getting closer and closer to the Shinobi ahead- stop!
The young man never turned to see her, although he heard her perfectly. Upon reaching a specific ceiling, she stopped after falling from the jump and in front of them, the street that led to the hospital of the leaf. Sakura finally caught up with him, and she tried to grab his arm so that he would look directly at her. She had to explain so she wouldn't think crazy.
-Bolt wait by fa….
The blonde turned and pulling out of the grip she had practiced, he gave her a tremendous backhand slap, which made her fall to the tiles. He was furious, his chakra beginning to emanate because his disgust did not allow him to control himself. Sakura still sitting on the roof, she looked scared at a situation getting out of her control.
-I can't believe you're not teaching! -Said Bolt visibly furious- you're still hovering around my father, even though I warned you what would happen ...
-Bolt no ...
-Be quiet! –The boy yelled at him, approaching like a lion to his prey-from now on there will be no more apologies. There will be no more mercy. It seems that the risk turns you on. Good Sakura… .you will have a lot of risk from now on.
And with one leap she left that roof. Leaving her stunned, and more terrified than she had ever been in her life.
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Some days later, precisely at dinner time, Sakura was in her residence completely alone with her. Sarada had gone out on a mission with her team. It would take her at least another week to return. As for Sasuke, she hadn't known about him for a long time, and there was also no clue that he was going to return anytime soon. Sakura was alone, trying to fix the little mess in the kitchen, and ready to go to sleep after a hard day's work.
Since the event on the roof in front of the hospital, she had been especially careful not to be near Naruto. When she had to go to her office for anything, she would simply send someone else in her place, arguing that she was busy in the lab. Bolt's warnings had her in a state of constant nerves. She had been waiting, for days, that the video situation would be known. She expected public humiliation from her, and pain from her daughter. But so far no news.
The knocks on her door surprised her. At that time, who could she be? there were only two options. Or was it Sasuke, who never took the key to the house and came back at any time of any day. Or was it Ino, who was passing by who knows what gossip. The best friend of hers of her whole life.
She opened the door happy, any of the options would be better than being alone. The silence of that house was painful, and each time it increased with Sarada's growth. Soon she would be a kind of widow with a living husband. It was the choice she had made. She had to live with it.
-Good night Sakura ...- said a smiling Bolt, who appeared before her when he opened the door- Is Sarada-chan available? I come to see her….
They both knew she wasn't coming to that. They both knew that the Uchiha girl was not in Konoha. That she wouldn't be back for many days. But what could Sakura do? Bolt's gaze was a great threat. She had to give in, had to try to find peace.
-Come in, please….
She heard herself say, finally letting him in. One madness after another. That was her life long ago.
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So much humiliation….
Her heart was beating very hard. She could barely hear anything other than the desperate throbbing in her chest. The clothes she was wearing were everything obscene she could ever wish for. Bolt had ordered him to dress like this. He even chose clothes for her that Sakura hadn't worn in a long time, ordering her to get dressed in the bathroom. He was waiting for her in the dining room.
A spandex shorts that he hadn't worn since he was 15. And that now looked like a mini shorts that left almost nothing covered. A red shoulderless vest that barely covered even the rib area. Without a bra, her breasts were perfectly marked through the garment. Transforming the vest into a kind of top. He put on his old ninja bandana, which served both as a headband and as a "representation" of her. The black gloves that he knew how to use to fight, and elbow pads that also had complementary functions. His boots tightened a bit, and over the years now made his shapely legs more visible.
She looked at herself in the mirror, putting terrible heat on her face. Her old outfit without her protective skirt, now with the growth and the years, made her look like a whore. She totally available for any bastard to take. She didn't look like Mrs. Sakura Uchiha. She but just a cheap whore, dressed provocatively like Kunoichi. Like an obscene disguise.
She left the bathroom, went down the hall, and down to the dining room. The boy was waiting for her, as the only member of a private theater. He sat in an armchair, with a glass in one hand, and a videotape in the other.
-Wow… -said Bolt, and then drained his drink at once- it really feels like death. I want you to walk around the place. To see you better.
-Bolt… .please…
-Walk through the place ... -he ordered him firmly. She didn't seem to have the patience to absorb pity seeking.
So much humiliation. She didn't know how to cover her body. It wasn't that she was naked, but her clothes were so tight that nothing was left to the imagination. Even her nipples were beginning to show on the outside of the vest. Although he seemed ill, the situation was slightly arousing her. She little by little she warmed up.
-Will you give me the video? - she asked blushing, noticing the tape in the child's hands- please ... I did everything you asked me to do.
"We're just getting started baby ..." he smiled, "he had noticed you have an impressive ass before." But with this outfit… .Kami… I want you to turn around in front of me.
"Enough please ..." she said, positioning herself so that the table managed to cover her a little, "just leave me alone."
-but… .you're alone…. or not?
Bolt stood up, on the table he had placed a bottle of sake. He simply filled his glass, and left another free glass loaded as well. Returning later, to his comfortable position in the chair. She felt a stab of pain. To think that soon Sarada would be gone. That she would be a mature woman who would buy another place to live. To think that her husband was hardly ever in Konoha. She was how she felt from day to day, completely alone.
-Why don't you have a drink? –The boy said looking at her with desire- and come here… if you want this video so much.
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Again delivered. Again doing what that child wanted. In that tight suit, fitting her everywhere. She knelt in front of him, having unbuttoned her jean. Again with that huge member between her lips. Tasting it, pawing it, sucking it. She used her hands alternately to masturbate him. She ran her tongue over his testicles, up to her glans and down. She swallowed him hard, perhaps a little horny from the mixture of humiliating clothing and a feeling of the forbidden.
-look into my eyes Sakura… .mmmnn
She looked up, staring at the boy's eyes. Blue and deep. Looking at her with a load of desire as she did not remember the same. She felt good to be wanted, after so long. It had been a long time since she had seen a man's passion for her body. Why couldn't she ever see that look on Sasuke? Why had her husband never wanted her so intensely? She had seen that look on Naruto, but the sensation of the physical contact magnified the feeling. Naruto had never dared to take it. It didn't matter, nothing mattered too much anymore. Right now, through her own or someone else's fault, she had a mouth full of a young man's member. And not just anyone… the boyfriend of her daughter, the son of her best friend.
"Suck her hard baby ..." said the young man, taking her hair with his right hand and setting the rhythm "I know you can be the best at this."
Sakura couldn't take it anymore. She felt all the pressure of that thing in her mouth. She decided to risk everything for everything, if she did it right, before Bolt thought of anything else everything would be over. She shoved the piece of meat as far back as she could. At the risk of drowning, she provoked what she had been looking for for several minutes. Bolt couldn't help but gasp hard, and drop the load of his cock right onto the face of the woman who had pulled back in time. She pressed hard on the base of the penis to avoid having to swallow the semen, she had calculated not only the moment of the explosion, but the consequences afterwards.
-aaaaahhhhhh-gasped the young man feeling his body loosen completely.
Sakura had foreseen it that way, she kept him aroused for as long as possible, even at the cost of being totally horny personally. But her intention was to achieve a great explosion, and her subsequent physical weakness. So it was, as if standing with difficulty from her position, the woman moved to the side snatching the video tape that Bolt dropped to the floor next to the chair. Because of the great adrenaline rush. The creaking of the tape on Sakura's fist was what made the boy lower his head and regain some sanity, still sitting on the couch.
He was going to kill him. Now there was no proof that he had used so much to threaten her. He was going to kill him for the humiliation he experienced. Bolt could be a very strong Chunnin, but Sakura was Jounnin and the strength of her in the short distance from her made him assert in a single punch, a victory over anyone. His fists clenched, his gaze turning menacing. Bolt however, even sensing the growing hostility in the woman, never left the comfortable passive position.
-It was great ... -he said smiling- you forced me to hold him back a lot. And you released him violently, all to get the tape. Kami… you are sensational.
"I'm going to kill you ..." she admitted seriously.
-I know….
-And won't you offer a fight? –She asked between confused and annoyed the hairy one.
-Baby ... I'm in your hands. –She answered placing both arms behind her neck.
Something was wrong. Nobody accepted death that way. Sakura was sure that Bolt knew perfectly well her strength. Not for nothing had he drugged her the first night they were together. Did she really believe she would not kill him? For honor, a Kunoichi killed for much less. He had horribly humiliated her. She had betrayed her daughter. He had blackmailed her into staying away from her best friend. Didn't Bolt really know the consequences of all this?
-Will you at least tell me, why are you going to kill me? -Suddenly the young man said surprising her.
-You're kidding! –The woman snarled furiously, and wiped the seminal fluid that was around her face and neck-you raped me!
-Are you talking about what happened in my house? –The Shinobi replied calmly without moving- I understood that you had enjoyed it as much as I did.
-of course not!
There was an awkward silence, the boy kept looking at her up and down, even her "friend of hers" began to rebound in harshness. It was amazing that he didn't feel threatened!
-You're not good at lying Sakura… -the blond admitted amused- we both know that when you went to my room… you used me as much… as I did with you in the kitchen.
The fucking bastard had a good point. Sakura wouldn't admit it even under torture, but in the room she used all of her weapons as a woman to make him enjoy himself. He intended to keep him mollified, but he also served her to relieve himself of her. It had been many months since she slept with Sasuke and she had felt very horny. The kitchen issue only aggravated the situation. Hidden in the excuse of avoiding Bolt's fury, there was also that woman eager for good sex. Although it was humiliating to do it with a boy who barely broke the puberty shell. And to add insult to injury, Bolt had shown tremendous endurance. His youthful strength, his passion, had led to a room full of screaming and running. She had left at dawn on that occasion, totally exhausted and fully satisfied. She was never going to admit it, but inside the truth, it was true.
Her muscles lost tension. Her fists relaxed slightly. He did not present an excuse for her to discharge the anger that he carried from her. She thought of Naruto. The love of his life. Could she really kill Naruto's son? Could she really cause such harm to a man who had given everything for her since childhood? Not even her pride as a woman was enough to bear that vision of a Naruto mourning the death of her son. Or worse, blaming her for it.
-Go ... go before I regret it! She –she exclaimed angrily, but controlling her anger- never come back to my house.
The young man stood up slowly. He adjusted his jean as best he could to button it up. He also fixed the shirt that the sound of blowjob had been up on his neck. He did not seem to be upset by the expulsion. He acted in an irritating way, as if everything was below his calculations.
"I don't want to see you near Sarada again ..." Sakura threatened him, seeing him so calm. "Did you hear me?" I may be able to hold back, but I doubt my husband will.
Then Bolt made a strange gesture. Sakura glanced at him, wishing he would go out the door as soon as possible. The very presence of her put her on edge. But the young man did not obey. He drove around the dining room of the Uchiha house, just as if it were his domain. Thus, before Sakura could even reason what was happening, the young man went to TV, resting on a piece of furniture in front of the table. There he turned on the player, and placed a tape, which as if by magic had appeared in his hands.
The horror….
The fear of seeing herself in the kitchen of the Uzumaki house was tremendous. But the feeling of total hopelessness was multiplied by a thousand, when instead of watching a video of the kitchen; she was actually witnessing a few shots of Bolt Uzumaki's room, the night in question. Sakura rested both hands on the dining room table, his body felt heavy on her and that he would collapse at any moment. She there she saw herself, enter a young man's room semi naked, and seduce him to have sex. She looked like those who didn't know the full story would. She, the mother of Bolt's girlfriend, in a fit of jealousy, fever, "crisis of 40" or who knows what excuse; ride the son of the Hokage and enjoy it very much.
Sakura Uchiha didn't even notice the situation around her. Her eyes were frozen on the shoot. That boy had deceived her in a monumental way. The first video didn't matter, it was the second of her who would condemn her. Those images would show her as a whore. A woman capable of fucking the son of a friendly family. Apparently just because. Without any palliative. Meanwhile, while the woman felt totally devastated by what she was observing in front of her, the boy stood behind her, wrapping her left arm around her female's neck, forced her to stand up in surprise. . The Shinobi's body was stuck behind him, and his right hand openly fondled her breasts, squeezing the vest.
"You really thought you had me ..." Boruto whispered threateningly in his ear, you fucking whore ... you don't even understand what I'm capable of. I have someone I trust with a copy of our special performance in my room. If something happens to me….
-Please… ..- she moaned terrified- no….
-You are mine Sakura… .- the blond answered hoarse- and tonight… I am going to mark you forever. Tonight you will understand. You are all mine.
He separated from her slightly from her, placing a hand on the woman's neck, he pushed her violently until he smashed her face against the table. He had her securely attached, though she could easily move to the side if she used her super strength, or twist her torso to unbalance her fighting control. But her face was against the wood, and she could continue watching the TV screen, while Bolt right behind her, began to undress her. She did not move, she did not offer resistance to what was about to happen.
The young man unbuttoned his jean again. And then, while one hand held Sakura's back against the wood, the other took the lycra that she officiated as shorts, to lower it abruptly. The dampness on the woman's body had made it difficult for him to take it off. She was wet. Very hot from her blowjob and not even her anger had reduced his arousal. While their pants and spandex remained around the ankles, Bolt's ready weapon was placed without further delay at Sakura's exposed doors.
-You are so hot Sakura… -the boy said hoarsely- you are ready to accept me inside you.
With a deep blow he penetrated her hard. She screamed, not so much for the pain that was not little, but for the invasion that she supposed to be hers. She screamed because Bolt started plowing deep from the start. She did not allow him to get used to or settle for the impacts, her body was being pressed forward, and her legs barely spread, they did not have the strength to remain stable and thus combat the sensations.
-How rich you feel little whore… .- the boy growled furiously releasing her from her back and affirming both hands on her hips-tonight I will be as passionate, as you were in my room. Can you see it Sakura? He –he pointed out to her as he noticed that she had her eyes fixed on the TV- that night we really had a great time. You were so needy ...
She felt herself dying of shame. Behind the TV she could see the exit door in the distance. What if just that night Sasuke came back? She could almost see him, walking in and finding a totally disgusting sight. His best friend's son and his wife, fucking like animals at the dining room table. She scared, but could hardly contain how good she felt. "Look at me Sasuke-kun.-I would say lost in the sensations- this child does what you can't. Look at me you damn bastard! Because of you he is in control of my desires."
Her mind was in chaos, and she hardly watched that video on the screen. There was glory in his pussy, currents of pleasure that made him rise suffocating heat. She was biting her lip as his hands braced the side edges of the table, letting the boy do everything to her. What difference did he make? He already had her in his hands with that damn videotape.
-So baby like this… .- Bolt panted behind him- your pussy must be the best in Konoha. That Uchiha is a queer without a doubt. How can you stop fucking this pussy, for just one night? He smiled wickedly without slowing down the pace of his entrances. "Don't worry anymore Sakura ... I'll keep you well supplied from now on."
She couldn't take it anymore, she was biting her lips hard until she almost hurt herself. What else could she do? Enjoy, just continue enjoying the hard member that overflowed inside her. She gathered her hands at the sides of her face, resting them on the table, forcing her to bend her back slowly, with no hint of wanting to resist, just to change her posture a little.
-Bo… .Bolt… ..- gasped the name of that pleading young man, and she arched her back even more to gain altitude.
-Come here precious… .- Bolt whispered, taking her by the neck and forcing her to turn her face to kiss hers on her lips-I'm going to make you very happy.
"happy" What was it to be happy? Was it feeling a thick penis rubbing her insides? Was he a blackmailer boy who seemed to know all the tricks of the dark? Was she being raped by the Hokage's son? and the most terrible question of all…. How could she be enjoying what Boruto Uzumaki was doing to her? Sakura had her limits, like everyone else. It was a real shame that she had gone so long without marital sex.
-oohhh ohh… .OOHH SIII… ..- the woman moaned, putting her tongue lasciviously in the boy's mouth- do it damn well… .make it hard….
The only thing missing from the lack of control of the moment, was to obtain a full access permission. Sakura's hands rested gently on the table angles, her neck turning back, giving him the chance to kiss her captor and passionately explore him with her tongue. Bolt had a hand on her neck, but immediately gave up the pressure as soon as he understood the female's disposition. The next thing was the hottest, unzipping her bulky vest, and freeing those breasts to bounce in the air in time with her arousal. Squeeze them, twist them, make her squeal like a sow. That's what she wanted, for her to scream like a whore.
-You seem to like it! –The blond told her fiercely- I knew you needed this little bitch!
-OOHHH YES BOLT… .SIIII SIIIII OOOHHH HEAVENS… .DO NOT STOP NOW…
Her moans were already at full volume, she even she turned her neck forward, because her whole being could no longer act in any alternative way. The constant entrances and exits were getting rougher. She hit every right spot, every right zone. He felt great. So resting her elbows on the table, she buried her head in her hands and gave her desire free rein.
-HARD BOLT .....HARD .....HARD ...
The 10-minute young man couldn't take it anymore. It was too hot to hear her ask for sex like that. He had hated her, he wanted her too, and finally a deadly combination of both sensations. Bolt pulled away a bit, leaving room to dig hard with his hips. He also placed both hands on the thin waist of his victim, who he subjected for the next few minutes to a violent session of long and deep thrusts. Bolt had deep contradictions, he wanted to hurt that woman, but the same that he enjoyed for it. After an indeterminate time, the young man's gasps were interrupted by pleading moans from her.
-no… ..no….-he said softly, sunk between his elbows leaning on the table- I can't… .. I CAN'T…. I CAN'T MAAAAAAS AAAAAHHHHHHHH
What an orgasm! The cusp of humiliating defeat. Sakura couldn't help but finish before her young tormentor. She screamed loudly, trying to hide it between her mouth and the wood of the table, but clearly she was unsuccessful. And worse… .that red-hot scream had forced the boy to spill… .without having managed to get out of his interior in time.
-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHAAAAA
-SAKURAAAAA….!
It was terrible. Feel like a heat in liquid form went to the bottom. Feel how Bolt's penis released everything, absolutely everything inside Sakura. She couldn't do more anymore. Her body was leaving him. Her forces evaporated, and the belly sitting on the table held all the weight of the dead body. Sakura suffered a slight decompensation. A faint say, as Bolt did his best to lift himself off her back, and let her breathe.
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On the long chair at the side of the dining room, Bolt sat quietly. He had at hand a small table, where the glass and the bottle of sake rested. It was not much to drink, but the occasion deserved several drinks to celebrate. Beside him, Sakura Uchiha was naked and bent over him. They both had the TV in front of them, an ordinary movie, without any importance. They were both naked, and although they didn't say anything to each other, he drank, and she used her hands to masturbate him.
He didn't say anything, he let her focus on pleasing him. It was very obvious that the woman, she was desperate for more sexual activity. She masturbated him from time to time, and she leaned forward to catch the young man's weapon between her lips, giving deep licks or furious sucks. She every so often she stood up to look into his eyes. Trying to get some kind of clue to continue the job. She had always been deeply depressed by the indifference of her husband. Sakura she remembered in the pretended attention of that young man on TV, how her husband ignored her even having sex. She practically had to fall on him to have action. A situation that was wearing down the couple, to the point that she had stopped looking for any contact.
-Bolt… .- she whispered, looking into his eyes and jerking him off hard- I want to… .I want to… .aammn.
He didn't say anything, but a smirk slipped out of him in the vain attempt to pretend to ignore her. He had both arms spread over the back of the chair. And finally after a while, he dared to look at her again. She seemed lost in her own desires. They couldn't think much beyond that thick phallus that she manipulated for her pleasure. She wanted to make him hard, she wanted him to be rigid for pleasure. She needed him too much to stop.
"Come here ..." said the blonde of her, taking her by the neck to kiss her, and by her hips to guide her to sit on him.
Sakura meekly obeyed. She had too much anxiety, too many lost wishes. She was sweating sexily and her hot mature body still had a lot to show for it. She mounted on Bolt, and rising from her dropped the weight of him distributed between the knees at the sides, and the tip of the member that would begin the invasion. She moaned harshly, using both hands she clung to the young man's hair fiercely. Bolt's hands guided her, lowering her to where she would finally find fire, where she could find the satisfaction of her that so many years had eluded him.
-so baby… ..just like this….
-ahh ahhh mnnn mnnn
Going up and going down. Feeling herself dying of taste when that thing penetrated her. She was very wet, too hot to reason with anything. She settled both hands still with her gloves on the young man's shoulders and began to rotate her hips to find friction, without the need to get out of her. The caresses of the young man covered her whole. Bolt's hands were bold, caressing her breasts, squeezing her rear, forcing her from time to time to lower her face to find themselves in furious exchanges of kisses. Sakura no longer struggled with the sensations. She accepted them, she enjoyed them, she was seeking them with the intensity of a devoted lover.
-That way baby… .that rich… -he announced hers looking into her eyes with burning desire- ride me hard. I know you need it urgently.
She sakura hardly heard him. She was lost in her personal feelings. She kept moving at a slow, leisurely pace. She enjoyed the feeling of being full inside. She from being completely occupied by that boy's erection. Damn child! He might be younger than her, but he was a wonderful lover. She knew how to touch the precise buttons of her arousal.
-Come on Sakura… -she ordered, hardening her voice- do better….
She was surprised by a heavy hand on her right glute. A hard spanking that made everything inside her resonate. A contradictory sensation resurfaced in the woman's eyes. Bolt could clearly see that he was afraid, and at the same time he had liked him. Then she accelerated her hips, picking up pace.
-I told you to make it harder! –The blond claimed and spanked her hard again.
-Don't hit me! ... ..- she growled, biting her lips, but she didn't stop moving and she put her hands on hers, her own pink hair, grabbing it as if she were trying to pull them out- no do it please!
-Of course I will! –The boy shouted ardently, and continued slapping her, alternating in one buttock or the other- move bitch!
That made her hotter. She could not avoid the fire that formed in her butt, and in a mixture of adrenaline and pain, he moved to her pussy making her incredibly ready. Kami-santo! What was that feeling ?! For what reason was she approaching orgasm so fast? Why did her spanking hurt him so much and pleasure ?! Her butt was slightly reddened from the punishment, her breasts felt heavy and hard as stones. Every so often in them, the young man's groping made him delirious. He knew how to possess her, damn she knew. He leaned her body back, tensing his back and staring at the ceiling with clear abandon. Her mind was blank, she couldn't think of anything, the fire had completely burned her.
-I CAN'T MAAAAASSSSSS ME CORRRROOOOOOOOO!
He couldn't even hear the young man's muffled groan. Sakura Uchiha's scream was so piercing that she was able to pass through the walls calmly. She stayed hard, receiving inside her the deep discharge that the Shinobi had released again. Fortunately it was Kunoichi, fortunately she could avoid pregnancy with chakra. The worst of all, the most forbidden, was what made the meeting more delicious. Can you imagine it? Pregnant with her daughter's boyfriend? Pregnant with a subject who was not her husband? Boruto Uzumaki pregnant?
-in… .unbelievable…. -the sweaty blond whispered, holding Sakura by her waist so that she wouldn't fall back and fall to the ground- it was sensational.
Her arms were hanging down at her sides, her back twisted back, as was her neck. Her elongated hair on her back cascaded down. Her eyes closed, they would have looked at the ceiling if they were open, her breathing could not be regulated. She was a whore. She had given herself to that child completely. She was warmed by her words, by her looks and caresses. She had gotten really horny with spanking. She was a fucking masochist. How could she give herself to herself like this? Did she matter now?
"No ... it can't be ..." the woman said, stammering her tears leaking out, "this can't be happening to me."
The young man was still under her. Her member did not lose almost hardness, and with a couple of movements she would return to her disposition. Sakura leaned toward Bolt, resting her hands heavily on the back of the chair at the young man's sides. Helped by her knees and arms, she began to move again. She biting her lip, meeting his eyes with a mixture of defiance and annoyance. She could no longer stop. Now she only had to get everything she could out of that night. She would have time to mourn in the morning. It would be another day to cry her stupidity in her bathroom.
That night ... all the rest of the night ...
It would be the time of sin.
End of chapter.
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