Sakura shakily stepped into the shower with her bare body, her skin tingling to the warm touch of the water's downpour. She wiggled slightly as the area in between her legs began throbbing painfully, ignoring the fact of to why it was hurting in the first place. She forced her thoughts elsewhere and began to wash the muck and scum away from her body, feeling relieved to be clean and fresh again.
Suddenly, she felt the floor slightly shift underneath her feet, the tiles creaking ever so quietly. That never happened unless there were more than one person in the shower ... Something brushed against the back of her thighs, giving her a chilling cold feeling of what it could be, and then two muscular arms snaked around her waist and brought her close to his chest.
The smell of sweat filled the atmosphere ... and sex. But damn, Sakura wasn't in the mood for having him fuck her all over again, as of how he did yesterday. To be honest, she did enjoy the warmth feeling of his length inside of her and how much it pleased her to be touched by only him, but ... she was exhausted.
"Sakura-chan, you didn't invite me to come and shower with you," he hissed into her ear silently, his masculine voice arousing her. His grip tightened on her waist and she felt his hardening membrane press against her ass, which he thought was very amusing. "So now I guess I can punish you," he continued playfully, his fingers brushing against her womanhood every now and then.
"Kakashi." Sakura spun around and gave him a light peck on the lips before exiting the shower. "Maybe later."
