It started on a camping trip - a Boruto X Sarada Sumire lemon fanfic

by Damn1

Boruto and Sarada's class goes on a camping trip, though one of them has a very special something planned for the other. What will happen next?

I couldn't help but make another Sarada x Boruto fanfiction - in fact, I planned this one out before I posted the last one

I'm not sure whether to continue this one or not, but if so I do have a bit more story line already kind of planned out

"This field trip has gone well enough." Konohamaru comments to the other squad leaders.

"Mhm." Moegi nods, watching the genin spread out to organize their things for the last day of camp inside their grouped cabins out the window.

The morning has just begun and the forest feels alive, the smell of water down the hill adding to the wonderful sense of nature that surrounds the camp site.

"The last full day of camping. I hope they've enjoyed this as much as I have." He says, stretching in his seat. The main dining area is just above where they sit, inside the large gathering area.

The squad leaders are spread out, all talking. Only a few of them got to come on the trip, and now it's almost at an end.

"It has been a lovely break though." She says, and Konohomaru nods with a tired grin. "The only thing they're really missing is coffee."

[ /\ ]

"Mhm…" Sarada stretches in her bed. She looks around, still groggy from waking up only a few moments earlier. Her hands hit the ceiling for the second morning in a row, and she remembers she's at the top of a bunk bed.

"Come on Sarada!" ChoCho shouts, tossing a pillow at her that hits her face and falls into her lap. "We've got to pack up! This is the last full day of camp!" She's on the opposite bed, at the top bunk as well. "Tomorrow we have to leave right in the morning, so pack your things now!"

"Uhhh...fine…" She slowly climbs out of bed, flinching at the sudden cold that had filled the entire cabin overnight as she peels off her blanket.

She turns around and starts down the ladder of the bunk bed, feeling it creak underneath her. When her brain finally begins to fight off the drowsiness of sleep, she realizes she's worked off her pajamas in her sleep.

"Umm…" Sarada freezes, only her bra and panties still on her body. In between her only two clothing articles, the rest of her body is completely bare, exposed to the raw temperature of the cabin.

"No one cares Sarada, just get dressed." Wasabi says, glancing over at Sumire who is shyly in the same amount of clothing as she digs through her bags on the bed right below Sarada.

"Hurry up, we've got to go for the first activities soon!" Cho Cho steps out of the one room house to brush her teeth.

Wasabi rolls her eyes. "She's exaggerating. We have some time." She grins, which alarms Sarada a bit. "How was your dream of Boruto?"

"I…" Sarada's feet hit the floor as she hops off the bottom of the ladder. "W-what are you talking about?"

"Sarada, we all know you have a massive crush on Boruto. Besides, you were whispering his name." Wasabi rolls her eyes, watching Sarada turn away and indulge herself in getting her clothes for the day from her bag.

"That's…" She tries to think up an excuse, but none comes to mind. "Not...what happened…"

"Riiiiiight."

"At this rate we'll be late for breakfast." Sumire frets, pulling on her clothes before running out the door with her toothbrush in hand. "Hurry it up you guys!"

[ /\ ]

"Boruto, get up!" Inojin pokes his face from the ladder.

"Boruto! You need to get packing!" Shikadai says from below, already done his morning routine.

Boruto grumbles, opening his eyes slightly. Inojin stares at him, leaning over from the ladder. "I wanna sleep."

"Get up." Shikadai groans unsympathetically, turning around and resuming whatever he was doing. Inojin hops down from the ladder after him, shaking his head to his own thoughts.

Boruto rolls onto his back. *It's the last day of camp... today's the day.* He takes a deep breath.

With the most energy he can muster, he pushes the top of the blanket off of him and sits up. He grabs his bag from the bottom of his bed, pulling it up onto his legs.

If what he plans somehow fails, if something goes wrong, things could end up really badly.

*It'd be worth it through…* Boruto tells himself, knowing this will be his only chance, possibly ever to pull a stunt like this.

There's no turning back now.

*Better get the day started…* He groans to himself, pulling out things from his bag.

[ /\ /\ /\ ]

"And now, we are starting the night hike." One of the camp counselors shouted, their faces shrouded in the darkness of night. "Please separate into your assigned groups!"

Sarada looks down at the piece of paper she was handed. "Group 3…" She looks up at her friends.

"Sorry Sarada, no one got group 3." Sumire says quietly, stepping towards her own designated group.

"No, it's fine. there's nothing we can do about it." Sarada waves her off, watching as she turns around and runs over to her camp counselor.

Sighing, she turns to her own group. *This is going to be so boring.* Sarada whines to herself as she walks into the small crowd

The crowd is a semi circle around the counselor, listening as he recites the rules of the night hike. His flashlight is aimed at the ground, making sure everyone can somewhat see.

"We're the only ones in this group, huh?" Someone whispers against her neck. Sarada freezes, her breath catching as she feels his hand on her lower back.

Her head swings around and the hand drops from her back. "Boruto?" A light blush spreads across her upper cheeks as she realizes how close he's standing against her.

Her arm and back are pressed against his chest, feeling off his warmth. His face is a few inches from her's, his mouth more near her ear.

"Hey Sara." Boruto says quietly, concealing his voice from the people around them. "It's just us two."

"Yeah…" Sarada says, turning away. She can feel him step back, sighing as his warmth fades.

"Aaaand we're moving!" The camp counselor shouts from the front. He starts walking ahead and everyone soon falls into a line behind him.

Boruto falls behind Sarada, making her nervous as he stares at her back. As they get farther from the campsite, the light fades until only the flashlight at the front of the line is there to light their walking path.

Their group walks up a path, leading to a road that seems to be out of place in the forest. Across the road is more darkness, and more forest. The dirt path splits into three at a large stone area and their group turns left.

Their classmates begin eagerly chatting amongst themselves, guessing how the night hike will turn out. Sarada and Boruto walk without conversation, however, unsure what to say or do.

It seems like both of them are going to be silent for the entire night hike, an awkward silence between them, until Sarada feels something on her ass.

At first she brushes it off like nothing, glad the darkness can conceal her expressions. But fingers come down again around her ass cheek, squeezing very lightly and carefully as if to not let her notice.

Her face scrunches up, but in the darkness of night it's unnoticeable. *W-who is that?* Sarada turns her head around, but no one is remotely close to her. The hand on her butt is gone, and Boruto stands to her left. *It's not Boruto, is it?*

*No, he wouldn't be that pervy.* Sarada concludes a few seconds later. She tries to walk like normal as she turns back around, acting like nothing happened.

Eventually their group nears a low grassy area, and the councilor abruptly stops.

The Councillor turns off his flashlight, quickly coming into the topic of stars and what not. Sarada tries to pay attention, but as much as she tries, her mind wanders back to who it was that was touching her.

Almost as soon as he begins talking, the hand comes back to caress her ass. It runs along the edge before slowly moving back to palming her.

She can definitely feel it now, but resists turning around. Her head bows as she restrains herself. *Don't let it get to you…*

Sarada stays as still as possible, trying to keep her posture the same. But the hand soon becomes rougher on her ass, no longer trying to be discreet.

Her heart starts to speed up, forcing her to take faster and heavier breaths that the molester behind her can definitely hear.

*Fuck…* Sarada sighs as a second hand comes down to her other ass cheeks. The hands play with her butt cheeks, as though someone would with a pair of breasts.

Her body curls up slightly, her shoulders almost coming up to her cheeks. Sarada forces herself to try and pay attention to the stars and whatever the councilor is saying, trying not to look back.

Only when a finger tip pushes into her asshole does she give a reaction. The second she feels it her body pulls her away, standing up straighter and shuffling half a step forward. She tries to conceal her gasp of surprise but it comes too quickly.

But her assailant brushes up against her, her back to his chest, grasping her hips before sliding his hands back down once again. Thumbs attempt to pull her butt open, and Sarada grips one hand in the other in front of her. *This is bad...*

Their hands feel gross on her, their touch almost slimy and wet even through her clothes. She wants them to stop, but with the slightest of chances being that Boruto was the one touching her ass, she can't help but be caught between stopping them and allowing them to continue.

A second later the touch feels wonderful, the warm rough hands rubbing and soothing her behind. *What should I do...?* Sarada thinks desperately, feeling caught between two hard decisions, two separate feelings.

A clear, loud whistle blasts from the front of the group and once again, the counselor leads their group deeper into the forest.

Sarada quickly starts walking, eager for an opportunity to get away and give herself time to think. She glances behind her, seeing Boruto to the right of her, about where she just ran from. *W-was it him?*

They walk for a while, being extra careful to avoid puddles and muddy areas of the normally dirt path. Sarada tries to walk faster, only half wanting to escape.

She slips a bit in the line, hopping over a puddle before joining the line again. Her head slumps, her mind a mess. *Who the fuck is it?* She ponders frustratingly.

Their group soon stops at an even larger area, and the voices of some of the other groups carry across the mostly empty field, tall grass covering the area between the other groups and theirs.

The counselor tells them to make a circle and one quickly forms around her. Sarada glances around for Boruto, seeing him still walking over, before entering the circle.

She stands behind a classmate, glancing over their shoulder to see the councilor gesturing and doing strange actions to represent something. Probably some nature related stuff.

A breath blows on her neck, a purposeful one. A shiver spikes up Sarada's neck, before she feels the hands on her again.

This time though, the hands spread out, one down on her lower ass and the other up near her shoulder blade.

The hands only bring comfort this time, as though she is convincing herself that it's Boruto and no one else. Sarada refuses to look back, knowing she would rather not know who it was than to find out it was not Boruto but some other pervert.

She already knows what their hands are going to do when they place themselves, but she still releases a gasp of surprise when one hand slips under her left armpit and latches onto her breast.

The hand grips her entire breast, her nipple caught in between their middle and index finger. It moves her breast in circles as fingers explore the mound of skin, making it seem all the more erotic.

Fingers squeeze around its entirety, making her groan as they tease. It's just enough pressure that she feels the teasing pleasure, but not enough to satisfy her. Not now that her body screamed for pleasure and lusted for touch.

Their other hand, which had been idle at her lower ass, now slips down the gap between her ass cheeks as it trails lower. It reaches below Sarada's asshole, pasuing to caress the space between her two sex holes.

Fingers rub from side to side, from thigh to thigh, making her lower pussy ache for touch. Her legs spread slightly, beaconing for more.

Sarada's breath becomes louder, her panting beginning to be loud enough to be heard by those around her. She tries to quiet herself but a need for oxygen forces her to take quicker, quieter breaths to avoid being discovered.

Hopefully, in the large group and in the darkness, no one would notice anything. But they could only hope. It has gone too far to stop now.

The hand on her left breast stops squeezing and moving, instead releasing it from the grip of his fingers. Their thumb and index finger quickly pinch her erect nipples through her clothes, finding them already hard..

The pressure of the pinch on her nipples forces Sarada's mouth into a silent moan, her eyes tensing as if she was in pain. An electric pleasure spikes through her breast, the sensation exaggerated by her extremely turned on body.

Their fingers in her crotch move forward towards her pussy. Their middle and index fingers cup around her pussy lips, even the slight touch alerting her of the invasion.

Finger tips dig slightly into her pussy, stroking the entrance up and down. The slow pace is almost unbearable for her, as she grabs fists full of her dress.

Sarada doesn't even stop to think what would happen if the person touching her wasn't Boruto. Her body has too much say, too much power, too much need, and that overtakes any common sense she can muster.

Her hips buck back into his hand, grinding her pussy against his hand. Their fingers slip slightly between her folds, entering her slightly. The warm fabrics against her insides makes her squirm, her body able to sense the finger underneath the material of her clothes.

The stimulation from both his hands only makes her want more, uncertain about how far they can go before someone takes notice. It feels so good, a pleasure that she had not known of but now that does, cannot live without.

Sarada's hips thrust back in a steady rhythm, the speed achingly slow but she is unable to go faster without making more noise.

She can feel her pussy cover itself with fluid, coating the fingertip of fabric inside her. Her own wetness rubs against her, kind of gross but wonderful feeling at the same time.

Suddenly, the sound of a whistle pierces through the crown of students from their left. They turn their heads to see the councilor leading a line of students back down the trail they came.

"Pay attention!" He shouts, shining their flashlight over the group.

The hands quickly withdraw from her body as the beam of light shines over them, making Sarada groan as the pleasure quickly disappears, but not her body's urge for it.

The group of people forms into a line as the councilor continues down the path, eventually forming back into a mass of students as they walk.

Sarada keeps waiting for the hands to come back as they walk, but as they cross the road again and near the campsite, no one comes behind her to touch her.

She glanced around behind her, but Boruto is nowhere to be seen. "Was it really him?"

She lusts for the touch, for the pleasure of whoever it was. And hopefully whoever it was, was Boruto.

[ /\ /\ /\ ]

Sarada lays in her bed, the blankets neatly pulled over her. It's pitch black outside, so she assumes it's at least 10 pm.

The chatter from her classmates had died out about half an hour ago, some of them already snoring. No one should still be awake.

She curls up her legs above herself, pulling off her short shorts and her panties together. She quickly sets her legs back down before sitting up and working off her top.

Somehow she'd resisted touching herself until now, until everyone was asleep. Yesterday she hadn't waited this long and they had somehow heard her. Not this time. She couldn't risk them hearing her again, whispering Boruto's name.

Even while brushing her teeth the urge resided inside her to masturbate. The touch of the mystery person had left her wanting more, her body dissatisfied.

Now, Sarada plunges her hand down to her pussy, all self control lost in the need to satisfy herself.

Her right hand slips under her back, swiftly uncoupling her bra clip. She brings her hand back around and tosses it onto the bed, swiftly grabbing her left breast.

Sarada tries to stimulate what she had felt earlier, but fails as her body demands more pleasure than just teasing.

Hungry for the sensation, she curls her index and middle finger. She hurriedly thrusts the fingers inside her, her hips wanting to force themselves over her hand. Her wet pussy lips slide aside, her cunt even wetter inside.

"B...Boruto." Sarada moans quietly, beginning to fail in keeping her voice down. She grips her breast and pinches her nipple, pulling on it like he had.

Her left hand slaps against her hips, and she thrusts her hips into her hand as well. The two parts of her body fall into a rhythm, far from perfect but enough to satisfy her lustful body.

She imagines Boruto's hands instead of hers, thrusting into her pussy, groping and playing with her nipple. Moaning his name more, Sarada takes her right hand and reaches into the bag besides her pillow.

Her left hand retracts from her as well, and they both come up to grip the plastic dildo that is retrieved from the bag.

Breathing heavily, Sarada places the top of the fake cock into her mouth, sucking and licking as she would on a real one. Her hands squeeze the base as she swirls her tongue around the tip, locking the fake slit on the head.

After only a moment, she can't take it any more and takes the dildo down to her pussy entrance. She spreads her legs more, her right leg slipping out from under the blanket.

The head presses into her as she forces it into herself, penetrating herself deeper than her fingers had. "Mhm…. Boruto…. Yes…" Sarada moans, rushing the penetration instead of going slow. Her body can't go slow now.

The dildo's end presses against her spread pussy lips, but quickly withdraws only to make a wet smack back into her. Her hips thrust into the dildo, both of her hands coming down to help the dildo penetrate her.

The bed creaks as Sarada's body jerks back and forth, the sound of her breathing feeling as though it echoes through the single room cabin.

"Yes, yes...Boruto!" Sarada shouts, her orgasm drawing nearer. Her arms start to feel weaker and her hips take over thrusting, the dildo hitting harder.

Her orgasm comes quicker than she expects, she suddenly yelps of pleasure at her own release.

Sarada's head drops onto the pillow, exhausted. Her inner thighs and hands are covered in her cum. *Fuck…*

She lays there for a minute, breathing heavily, listening for anyone she could have awoken. Nothing. Only her own breathing.

She sighs, slowly pulling the dildo out of herself. It's covered in her fluids, dripping some onto the bed as it slides out of her. Sarada reaches into her bag, grabbing a cloth she had brought.

Sitting up, she wipes down the dildo and herself, her hands and thighs. Shuffling back, she leans back into the headboard of the bed. The back of her head rests on top of it, her gaze set to the ceiling.

With her body satisfied and energy spent, her adrenaline drains from her body and Sarada is hit with a wave of exhaustion. It must be at least 10:30 at this point, if not later.

She shoves the cloth and the dildo into the bag, zippering it shut so that it wouldn't be discovered. Searching her bed, she recovers the clothes she threw off herself.

Sarada puts her bra on and her panties, not bothering to put on the rest of her clothes. Too exhausted. Her eyes are already closing when she scoots down the bed and places her head on her pillow.

[ /\ ]

A loud beeping in his ear wakes Boruto up. He's instantly awake, powered by anticipation. He hastily turns off the alarm timer on his watch.

The time reads 11:30. Perfect.

Boruto sits up, tearing off his pajamas and putting on his day clothes instead. He glanced out his window. It's pitch black outside, as expected at this late an hour.

He hops down from his bunk, retrieving a flashlight from his bag, as well as a few velcro straps. *I'll need these.* His face breaks into a grin and he shoves them into his pocket.

His shoes are right at the door, and Boruto quickly slips them on before exiting the cabin. He runs along the wooden platform until it ends, jumping off and turning on his flashlight.

Boruto treks through the trees, flashlight aimed at the ground to allow him to see without alerting anyone of his presence.

He already knows his destinations, already planned and memorised the way there. The trees show no clear path anywhere, but he cuts through the woods with ease, knowing exactly where he is.

The crunch of leaves under his feet and the sounds of animals everywhere are the only sounds to accompany him as he journeys on.

Eventually, Boruto finds an end to the woods after a few minutes. He steps out into a small clearing. Looking left, he can see the outline of cabins in the distance. The girls cabins.

He walks around the right side of the clearing, knowing that's where one specific cabin is. His destination, Sarada's cabin.

Boruto flicks off his light as he nears the small buildings, just in case anyone is still awake.

The entrance to the cabin is at the front, and he sneaks around to it as silently as he can. A sign beside the door reads cabin 5, confirming that he is at the right one.

He turns the doorknob, finding it unlocked. The cabins do have locks, but the students are not allowed to lock their doors.

Boruto slowly pushes the door open slightly, glancing around inside through the small crack. Silence.

He opens the door more to step inside quickly and carefully shutting the door behind him. He counts 4 beds, one per person. Wasabi, Sumire, ChoCho and Sarada.

Slipping off his shoes, Boruto glances around at the different beds, searching for one specific girl. Sure, Wasabi and Sumire are cute and would be fun to fuck, but he has had one girl in mind from the beginning.

Besides the beds, the room is very small with barely anything else. There are bags on the ground, the girl's shoes on the left besides the door.

Walking along the bunks on the right, he peeks up into each bed, taking note of who is in each bed. Sumire is asleep on the lower right bed, Wasabi on the opposite side.

He walks over to the bunk on his right, where it's ladder is. Glancing about to see if anyone is awake, he puts a foot up on the bottom of the ladder and steps up.

Boruto scales a few rungs of the bunk ladder before turning around, glancing over at the top bunk across from him. ChoCho is asleep there, turned away and facing the wall.

Which only leaves one person to be at the bunk he's climbing up. His heart races as he peers over the edge of the mattress.

Sarada lays there, asleep, an innocent, cute expression painting her face. She's on her back, head turned as if to face Boruto on the ladder.

He freezes, almost expecting for her eyes to dramatically open, for her to say something. But her eyes stay closed, her peaceful expression indescribably cute, her red glasses absent as she sleeps.

Slowly, Boruto climbs up the ladder, watching her all the while to make sure she didn't move. He places his feet carefully down the bed, below her feet.

Sighing with the relief of not being caught, he strips off his jacket and folds it on the bed. Sarada mumbles in her sleep, rolling her head to face the wall. Her mouth hangs open slightly, though no drool pools on the pillow.

Boruto creeps forward, taking care not to wake her. He knows she is a deep sleeper, but he can not risk accidentally waking her.

He carefully lifts up the blanket, pulling it off her body. Pushing it to the wall, he glances back down at her.

Expecting to see her clothed, Boruto instantly freezes as he realizes she's only in her underwear. Her left hand is down near the center of her waist, her right hand up underneath her chest.

She looks so sexy lying down, asleep, oblivious to what Boruto is going to do to her. Her panties are pulled tightly up her hips, the strings pulled high over her waist.

The crotch of the panties pull tightly at her core, seemingly being pulled into her pussy slightly.

Her bra is slanted, seeming as though she had stuck her hand underneath it before she fell asleep. Boruto carefully touches a finger to the crotch if her panties, finding them slightly wet and sticky.

His surprised expression quickly swaps with a grin. *She was masturbating, wasn't she?*

Boruto shuffles forward, sitting next to her as he cautiously loops his fingers around the thin strong of her panties. He'd never seen real panties, and it turns him on instantly to pull them down her waist.

He carefully wiggles off her panties down her legs, watching them fold inside out as they drag down her slender legs. They leave her pussy exposed as he pulls them over her knees. *Damn…*

Her pussy has a cute push of hair above it, the lips looking soft and tender. The lips are far down underneath her, but from his view he can see only the very front. Boruto pulls her panties off her feet and places them at the end of the bed.

Turning back, he lowers himself down besides her. He then gently slips his hand under Sarada's back, in search of her bra strap. Her body is warm against his hand, her back smooth.

*I've always wanted to see this!* Boruto eagerly pinches the clip of the bra, before withdrawing his hand.

He grabs the bra with his other hand, lifting it off her chest. Her breasts seem to stick out when they're not being held down, her small nipples seeming so sensitive.

Her chest is a medium size, not overly sized, and they seem to fit her figure perfectly.

Boruto pulls the straps down her arms, quickly unlooping them from her wrists. He sits back, relieved that she didn't wake up, and feeling excited for what is to follow.

Her naked, exposed body seems so frail, open for him to take advantage of. He cups her cheek, brushing his thumb under her eye as Boruto slips in over her on the bed, keeping himself leaning over and not touching Sarada.

His other hand smooths Sarada's thigh, sliding inwards and lightly touching her pussy lips. Boruto moves his left hand down her neck to her breasts, before releasing her. *I can't wake her up yet…*

Sarada groans in her sleep and he jumps back, not wanting to completely wake her. She rolls to her right, bringing her left arm up and bending her knees slightly.

Boruto waits impatiently for a few minutes, ensuring she's fallen back into her normal deep sleep. He shuffles around to the right side of the bed, behind Sarada's back.

He quietly pulls out some velcro straps from his pocket, finding them stuck to themselves. Boruto peels them off each other as quietly as he can, but still cringes at the noise it makes, and places them next to her pillow.

Boruto grasps her wrists, slowly pulling out her right arm which is pinned beneath her. He pulls it in short bursts, afraid of tugging it too suddenly and awakening her.

Bending Sarada's hands behind her back, he pushes her wrists together and holds them with his left hand so that her hands cross. With his other hand he grabs a strap of velcro and places it against her wrist.

Boruto quickly wraps the strap horizontally around both her wrists, connecting the velcro ends to each other. Making sure it's not too tight, but still secure, he grabs another, placing it vertically this time to make a plus around her crossed wrists.

Backing up to the end of the bed, he throws off his shirt. His heart races, knowing what he's about to do. Boruto quickly discards his pants and boxers, making a pile of his clothes at the end of the bed.

He automatically strokes his penis, even though it's already rock hard. His hand strokes faster on its own but he stops it with a big chunk of willpower. *Not yet, just wait.*

Boruto crawls forward, aching with anticipation. Sarada remains on her side, oblivious to him and her arms that are stuck behind her back.

Pushing her legs up, he grabs her shoulder and tries to pull her up into a sitting position. Her head flops to the side as he pulls her up, her legs splaying in an awkward sitting position.

[ /\ ]

Sarada awakens slowly, groaning. She squints in the darkness. *Is it...still midnight?*

For some odd reason she finds herself sitting up, slouched slightly. Her sitting position is awkward and uncomfortable, and she shifts her feet around underneath her.

Sarada can feel someone in front of her, in the dark, but she can't see anything. Her wrists rub roughly against each other, something digging into the sides of her wrists.

She realizes her arms are stuck behind her when she tugs her arms, however finding that her arms are quite comfortable. *Who…?*

"Who the hell are you?" She says quietly, not knowing where they are. Attempting to get out of her bonds, Sarada tries to twist her wrists out, but with the ropes in a cross they only dig into her forearms and wrists.

Sarada squints into the darkness, seeing the silhouette of someone moving. It's too small to be an adult and she almost sighs in relief at the realization.

A hand brushes her chin and she quickly flinches away. The touch is almost familiar, the warm hand somewhat comforting, though she still doesn't trust it. "Don't worry Sarada. I won't hurt you."

"B-Boruto?" Her eyes finally begin to adjust to the darkness. She can faintly make out a window, the blankets, and the rail of the bed in the almost complete darkness. *This is...still in my bunk…*

"In fact, I think you're going to rather enjoy this." Boruto's hand brushes against her cheek, his thumb underneath her eye. Sarada pulls back slightly, surprised.

His left hand quickly runs along the side of her head, around to the back. His fingers grasp her hair, bunching it slightly. Boruto presses her head downwards, lightly, and Sarada complies.

She's bent over, her stomach over her thighs, unsure what Boruto is doing with her.

A strong smell wavers in front of her face, a scent not unlike her dildo after her orgasms. It's almost delicious, an enticing smell even.

Even still, Sarada tries to pull back, finding the hand on the back of her head keeping her head down. "Hey-"

Sarada gasps when something touches her lower lip, unsure what part of Boruto it is. It feels fleshy and soft, the mysterious smell coming from it. "B-Boruto?" She says nervously. It feels so warm and spongy on her lip, the material feeling so foreign.

"Don't worry." Boruto smooths the top of her head with his other hand. *This is his...his cock…!* Sarada realizes, the scent becoming more obvious as it wavers in front of her face.

Boruto's silhouette sits up more and she glances up at him warily. He shuffles forward slightly, slipping the very top of his penis between her lips.

Sarada's eyes go wide as she feels the warmth enter her mouth. She tries to move away, unsure of taking him into her mouth so suddenly, but his hands keep her head still, her arms useless behind her back.

As more of Boruto's dick pushes into her mouth, Sarada's tongue touches the tip despite her trying to pull it back. The taste is instantly defined as delicious, and she can't help but press her tongue against it.

It's like an instinct, an urge. His dick is her treat, what she begs for and wants. Her body moves on it's own, despite the weak refusal from the back of her own mind.

It feels like some sort of rubber under her tongue, the head moving slightly as her tongue comes in contact with it. It feels oddly enticing to press her tongue against the rubbery surface, the flavor of it giving her no excuse to not lick at it.

He moans slightly when she licks the tip, a sound that turns Sarada on. His voice sounds so hot, especially with him being embarrassed, and Sarada does it again in an attempt to recreate it. This time Boruto retains the sound, seeming embarrassed to make a sound as such.

The penis pushes more into her mouth, clogging it entirely. Her lips close around the shaft, her saliva coating every inch inside her mouth. Still, she has lots more of his length to go.

*Boruto's dick…* Sarada loves the taste of him in her mouth, even just the sensation of sucking on it. Boruto pushes more of himself into her mouth, pushing her tongue down to the base of her mouth.

From there her tongue glides down the shaft of his cock, finding the surface of the skin there to bring a very different sensation than the tip. It feels like most other skin, except that the skin moves easily as her tongue moves around.

She gags slightly as his tip touches the entrance to her throat, the odd sensation activating her gag reflex. Boruto pauses, bringing his right hand down to her cheek.

Sarada moves her head forward slightly, steadily allowing the head to enter her throat. Suppressing her gag, she allows it to burrow down her neck.

Boruto can feel the tip rub against her throat, the wet feeling similar to her mouth. Her tongue runs along his shaft as he pushes more of himself down into her, but he suppresses any sounds he might make.

When she feels skin against her nose, Sarada realizes his entire cock is inside her. It reaches down her neck with its warmth, pulsating inside it. It's an odd sensation, not exactly unpleasant as it burns with heat inside her throat.

She glances up, finding her view limited to Boruto's hips. She finds that he has some hair around the base of his cock, and it comes closer to his face the further his cock traverses inside her throat.

She mumbles something, realizing she can't breath with it clogging her throat. Boruto slowly retracts himself from her, withdrawing from her throat and mouth until his penis is again resting against her lips.

"Boruto," Sarada says breathlessly, breathing heavily from not being able to breath. But his hand presses against the back of her head, his penis burrowing open her lips.

She opens her mouth again, letting out a short squeal as Boruto slowly pushes himself into her. The tip hurriedly rubs against her throat entrance, so suddenly that she can't suppress her gag.

He quickly withdraws again, not even entering her throat. Sarada coughs down onto the bed from her gag reflex, before looking up at him.

Boruto sits back on his legs, his silhouette backing up and bringing his cock back away from her.. He gestures for her to come to him. "Come here."

Sarada shuffles forward on her knees, obediently leaning down. His erect penis aims upwards at her face, and when she hesitates Boruto pushes her head down towards it.

She willingly opens her mouth, enveloping the head. Licking the very top rapidly, Sarada looks up to see Boruto in a silent moan. The hands on her head force her down more, but stop when the head nears her throat.

Sarada bobs her head, licking down the shaft before moving back up to furiously lick the head. It looks like a mushroom to her, a tasty treat. She moves her head faster as his hands demand, almost like he's fucking her head.

Her hair begins to fall down over her face but Boruto brings it back up over her ear. The erotic sight of Sarada sucking down on his dick turns him on incredibly, and her willingness to do so makes him want to fuck her brains out.

The pulsing against her tongue strengthens, and Sarada begins moving her head up and down even faster. Boruto finally groans, his hips bucking up at her slightly.

"Sarada, I'm gonna cum." He sighs hoarsely, half expecting her to stop or withdraw. Instead she mumbles something, continuing to suck him off.

*Boruto, I want your cum!* Sarada sucks on him harder, wanting him to ejaculate in her mouth. She can feel her pussy wetting in anticipation, her mouth aching for his love fluid.

Boruto suddenly jerks her head down over his cock, his head aimed down at her throat. With one final pulse his cock sprays into her, coating her throat.

She almost gags as the liquid rushes against her throat and suddenly floods her mouth, but Boruto holds her down firmly. The flavor swarms Sarada's mouth, the taste better and stronger than even the head of his penis.

More and more cum flows into her mouth, threatening to flood her. She swallows some to make room, determined not to make a mess of his delicious cum.

Finally, Boruto releases her head. His hands run down to her cheeks as she sits up. To his surprise, Sarada slowly swallows down the cum without wasting a drop.

She takes in breathes, hearing that Boruto is a bit winded as well. "Did you like that?" Boruto prompts with his grin, his penis still as rock hard as ever despite her efforts.

She turns away, hesitating to answer. A blush creeps up on her face, almost invisible in the dark. She almost doesn't want to say no, of fear that she would never feel that feeling again. "No..." She mumbles quietly, not looking directly at him.

Still, her nervous expression gives it away to him. Boruto's hands glide down her neck, his left on her shoulder and his right smoothing around to her back. Sarada looks up at him. "Lie back."

She leans back on his hand with him slowly lowers her onto the bed before she falls, trapping her bound hands behind her. "W-what are you doing?" Sarada complains, realizing how defenseless she is. Her head lands on her pillow and she looks down at him.

Boruto shuffles forward, placing his hands at her ankles and running them up her legs to her thighs. She moans as his hands reach the inner area of her thighs, but they stay there, teasing around the sensitive area. Sarada spreads her legs, but he doesn't touch her exposed core. *He's...looking at my pussy!* She blushes, looking away.

Boruto sits in between her legs, leaning forward into her. "You know, I was planning to have to take you by force." His face is close to her's, their noses almost touching. His body is barely above her's, almost touching her. "But, you want it don't you."

"Why would I want you, idiot." Sarada retorts, turning away. Still, her blush is too obvious.

"You're blushing."

"I am not." She glances up at him.

Boruto grins. "Admit it. You want it."

Knowing exactly what 'it' he means, Sarada shakes her head.

"Fine then." He pulls away from her face. "I guess I'll have to use force after all." His sly grin makes her almost worry, but at the same time she wants him to touch her. To make her want it.

Boruto's hands come up her hips, circling around her exposed pussy and running up the sides of her stomach. Sarada makes a cute little noise as his hands cup underneath her breasts, her breathing audibly becoming heavier.

Leaning into her, he notices her nipples are already very much erect. Boruto blows on her right nipple lightly, the cold sensation making her squirm. "Looks like your nipples are already hard."

Sarada groans quietly, finding it almost impossible to stay silent. *How did he do it before?* When he blows on her other nipple she almost moans, but her hands grip the bed sheets underneath her and she clamps her mouth shut.

"Mm?" He smirks as his hands round the outer sides of her breasts. "You have very cute breasts."

"Hmp." Sarada squeezes her eyes shut, refusing to give in. She yelps suddenly when she feels Boruto's hands on her breasts.

His hands only caresses the edges, not nearly close to her nipples, and yet the effect still forces her to strain for silence. Boruto's hands are warm and gentle, massaging into the sides of her medium sized chest.

They slowly climb up her breasts, almost touching her nipples, and Sarada closes her eyes. But Boruto pauses and looks up at her, as if to double check.

"No." She says stubbornly, refusing to admit it. *How much more of this can I last?*

"I knew you'd say that." Boruto soothes, palming the sides of her breasts. "You're so stubborn."

His fingers clamp around her nipples, his thumb and forefinger trapping the nub between them. Sarada uncontrollably moans a short gasp, looking down at him with narrowed eyes. It feels good, shockingly good, like an electric shock through her bones down to her crotch.

Boruto smiles up at her, squeezing them again. His other fingers press into the soft mounds of flesh, watching Sarada lean her head back as if to ignore him.

A squeeze and a light pull brings her eyes back down, before they close abruptly as she grits her teeth. "S-Stop...stop teasing me…"

"Okay then, we'll take it up a notch." Boruto releases her left breast and she sighs, until he leans down further and licks at the nipple.

Sarada cries out as his tongue circles her nipple, slathering the base, the sides, everywhere in cold saliva. Boruto dips the tip of his tongue into the small area on the tip of the nipple, feeling her legs tense in response.

"You like that, don't you." He pauses for a second, allowing Sarada to breath.

"Like hell I do." She denies, unsure what will happen if she admits it, admits that she loves his touch, his taste, his warmth.

"If you don't like it, you can tell me to stop. You can shout for help, wake someone up." Boruto pinches her right nipple, making her flinch.

He waits for her to turn him in, to tell him to stop. But Sarada only glares at him. Boruto can almost feel her mind at work, thinking, even when she already knows what he also knows. That she loves his touch.

"Was…" Sarada pauses, choosing her words carefully, debating in the spot whether she should say or not. "Was it you...during the night walk…?"

Boruto raises his eyebrow. "What happened during the night walk?" He asks innocently, as if he didn't know anything.

"I know it was you, stop acting like you don't know." Sarada turns away, but his face closes in on hers, a familiar, knowing smug look on his face.

"I don't, so why don't you tell me?"

A blush forms on her cheeks that Boruto can make out, with their faces being inches away. "W-well...you see…"

She pauses, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. When Sarada opens her eyes, Boruto's still there, patiently waiting for an answer.

*I know it was him, so who does it matter,* She tells herself. Her head turns back to look at him straight. "Someone...started touching my butt..." She says quietly, embarrassed to describe what happened.

"A-and then, they played with my butthole...a-and my breasts…" Sarada pinches her eyes shut, deciding it's too embarrassing to look him in the eye. "And my pussy…"

She cracks her eyes open, her heart ready to explode as he holds in his response. It's silent for a few seconds until Boruto leans in impossibly close. His breath rolls off her face, their noses touching.

"You're right, that was me."

Sarada breathes a sigh of relief, releasing her fears that it was someone else that she had been pleased by.

"Now, do you want it?" He says, looking her in the eye.

"Y-yes…" She whimpers, so quietly that he wouldn't have heard her had their faces not been almost touching.

"I knew you did." Boruto whispers back

His right hand crawls up her shoulder, up her neck to her cheek as his nose brushes by her's. Sarada slowly closes her eyes, puckering her lips. "You wanted it so much during the night walk."

His descent feels so slow, everlasting. Boruto's eyes fall shut as his lips almost make contact with her's, pausing when Sarada whispers. "I...love you."

Their lips greet each other with a press, as they squish their lips against one another. They hold it like that for a second, each listening to the other's breath.

Then he captures her upper lip between his for an instant. His tongue flicks out immediately after, licking the inside of her lip.

Sarada opens her mouth, her own tongue begging for contact. Boruto rotates his head slightly, pressing his open mouth into her's. His tongue slips in between her lips and into her mouth, before making contact with her's.

Their tongues press against each other, swirling around as they grapple lustfully. His right hand runs to the back of her head, gently grabbing her hair. Boruto pushes her head up into his, deepening their kiss.

Their faces stay pressed together as his tongue forces it's way deeper into Sarada's mouth, their lips moving up and down as if to gnaw on each other.

Finally, Boruto pulls back, a connected line of saliva falling from their tongues. Sarada's eyes flitter open, her mouth still hanging open. His hand comes back down to her cheek, caressing her face.

"What was it that you said?" He asks, brushing a strand of hair off her face.

"I…" Sarada's heart pounds in her chest. "I love you…" She says breathlessly.

Boruto smriks as she turns away from him, looking at the wall before glancing back at him. "You know, I love you too."

"R-really?"

"Yes, really." His face forms into a gentler smile. His left hand caresses her breast, his thumb running over her nipples. Sarada moans, allowing this one instead of holding it back.

"I love the sound of your moans too." Boruto soothes, lowering himself away from her face and back down to her chest.

"Can you untie me now?" She complains jokingly. He takes a lick at her nipple before responding.

"Not yet, Sara." Sarada gasps as his mouth envelopes her nipple, his lips touching the base. Boruto's tongue pokes at the top, swirling around it.

His left hand pulls on the nipple while pinching it, making her squirm. "Boruto…"

Boruto glanced up at her, releasing the nipple from his mouth. "Yes?" His left hand begins massaging her other breast, playing with it in circles.

"C-can you go...lower?" She asks, craving more. Craving for the pressure he had given him during the night walk, and maybe more.

"Lower?" He questions innocently, knowing exactly what she means.

"Y-you know...to my pussy…" He smirks as Sarada says it, embarrassed. She gasps as Boruto abruptly releases her breasts and sits up more.

"Sure." He leaves his hands to trail down body as Boruto shuffles back, his fingers running down her chest, and down her stomach to her waist.

Sarada makes a muffled sound as his thumbs brush against the areas besides her cute triangle of pubic hair. "Your pussy is so cute, Sara."

Leaning down, Boruto starts at her stomach, trailing light kisses down her body towards his destination. His lips run through her triangle of hair, extremely close to the top of her pussy.

His hands come down to her outer thighs, before rounding inwards to the inside. His hands are inches away from her heated core, and Sarada spreads her legs as an invitation.

Boruto's face comes off her, to her disappointment, but his fingers soon run over the crease between her lips. Sarada moans freely, the slightest touches sending the loudest messages to her head.

A finger presses deeper into her lips, slipping in between them slightly. Her wet pussy instantly coats it in liquid, the sticky nectar making a string when Boruto pulls his finger back. "You're so wet, Sara."

"Stop teasing, dammit," Sarada almost shouts with a heavy breath.

"Be patient." Boruto says with a chuckle, ultimately knowing his own patience is growing short as well. He presses his pointer finger into her, this time continuing to push when his finger makes it inside her.

Gasping at the penetration that is not her own fingers, Sarada moans loudly. The feeling is completely different from doing it herself. The warmth is completely someone else, almost like being tickled. You can't tickle yourself, but someone else can tickle you.

Boruto continues to push deeper inside her, feeling her walls contracting around the foren object inside her pussy. It's warm inside her, her fluids making it slippery as well.

When his knuckles touch the outside of her pussy, Sarada sighs. It feels so nice, much better than her dildo, even though the dildo reaches much deeper.

Wiggling his finger, he slowly pulls out of her. When Boruto's finger is almost out, he pushes forward his middle finger and pushes the two fingers back inside her.

Sarada shudders, her pussy being pulled apart twice as much. Again he presses forward until his knuckles touch her, only faster this time, thankfully.

When his two fingers are withdrawn from her, Sarada seems almost disappointed. Boruto brings his fingers to his face. It smells sweeter than his own, and he takes a lick. He'd never tasted it before, but the flavor makes him crave for more.

Bringing his hand back to her thighs, he leans down and touches his nose to her pubic hair once again. This time his tongue flickers down, licking the top of her pussy.

Gasping, Sarada pushes her head backwards. Her legs bend at her knees, wrapping around the back of his neck and locking her ankles. She pulls him in more, feeling his nose push harder into her hair as well.

Boruto slides his face down her crotch, drawing his tongue down the middle of her pussy. His hands slip underneath her from her thighs, groping her ass as she lays in his hands.

Bucking her hips up into her face, Sarada feels his tongue slightly slip inside her. Boruto sits up more, lifting up her hips from underneath her. It pulls her towards him more, her hair splaying on the bed.

"Eat me Boruto, eat my pussy!" She shouts, needing the feeling. Almost immediately his wet tongue slips inside her pussy lips, making her moan. It feels better than his fingers, far better.

It's almost like a mini cock, thrusting inside her before withdrawing. Sarada glances up, the irodic sight of him eating her out making her want him to thrust his cock into her.

Boruto ravages her pussy, thrusting his tongue into her wonderfully tasting cunt. His lips press against her pussy, sucking the juice that leaks out of her. Still, it's too slow for Sarada. "More Boruto!"

His tongue moves rhythmically inside her, but not with speed. She craves for more, even this pleasure eventually subsiding at her body's demands.

Sarada's hands work easily on the velcro wrapped over her wrists, ripping the straps off her. Her hands get stuck with the velcro but she forces her hands out, ripping it without thinking.

She throws her hands up, digging them through Boruto's hair and pulling his head deeper in between her legs. Her hands and wrists are a light red from the straps but she doesn't even notice in the heat of the moment.

Surprised, Boruto glances down at her. He pauses for a second before she bucks her hips into his face and draws him in more with her hands.

His tongue begins thrusting inside her faster, his mouth moving with more haste than before. As Sarada moans she runs her hands through his blonde hair, taking a fistful into one of her hands. "Fuuuuuuck Boruto!"

After a minute of this her pussy begins releasing stronger tasting liquids, her movements weakening. "I'm... going to cum!" Sarada yells, her hands falling from his head and gripping the bed sheets instead.

Her legs fall away from his head, leaving Boruto to hold him up. When her pussy walls quickly contract around his tongue he knows Sarada is about to cum.

Sarada shouts a long moan as her pussy juice sprays out, her hands tightening on the sheets as she rides out the orgasm. Boruto withdraws his tongue, opening his mouth and capturing the liquid in his mouth. His lips stay against her pussy until her orgasm subsides, watching her cute tensed expression of pleasure.

When it ends he sets her hips down, listening to Sarada pant wildly. Her hair is a static mess, her glasses in a slightly uncomfortable position on her face. Her thighs squeeze together, as if to be embarrassed.

"You could just rip the straps the whole time?" Boruro says, referring to the broken velcro besides her on the bed.

"Well, yeah." Sarada grins, her arms spread out as her mind tries to catch up to the pleasure she had felt. When his hands run up her thighs again she glances down at him.

Boruto slips down onto the bed beside her, his hands gliding over to her stomach. He rolls towards her and Sarada turns her body to face him.

A grin begins on his face and is mirrored by her in a second. Fingers brush down near her waist, earning a light hearted glare from Sarada.

They slip over the back to her ass and palm her. She tries not to react, but something about Boruto playing with her ass turns her on.

"Boruto…" Sarada whispers, lust edging into her voice. "I want to feel your dick inside me."

"I didn't bring a condom, unfortunately." Boruto jokes, though both of them know that wouldn't stop him.

"I don't care." She watches his slight surprise turn into his trademark knowing expression. "I need you inside me."

Sarada reaches down and grabs his penis, still hard from eating her out. She strokes it once, hearing Boruto's breath deepen.

Pushing her hips forward, she directs his dick into her thighs, just below her core. Boruto groans, the warmth and contact with her skin like feeding crumbs to his starved lust.

"Sit up and fuck me, will you?" She groans, pressing her other hand to his chest. Grinning, Boruto pulls her legs up with one arm, sitting up and sliding his right leg under her before pulling himself up in between her legs.

Placing her legs down on his arms, Sarada reaches forward and locks her fingers behind his neck, her legs sliding down his arms to the inside of his elbow. Boruto places his hands on her waist, his thumbs toying with the area near her core.

His dick hovers inches away from her pussy, and Sarada aches for contact. One of her hands dropped down from his neck, grabbing his cock.

She aims Boruto at herself, tugging on him slightly and urging him to press himself against her. Pushing his hips forward, he slowly brings his penis near her's.

Sarada closed her eyes, anticipating the sensation. Her legs tense, her body almost able to feel his dick drawing nearer to her core.

Boruto stops at the last second, and she opens her eyes with a glare. "You know, I do actually have a condom." He pulls one out of his jacket pocket behind him, presenting her with it still in it's package.

"Fuck off." Sarada scowls, playfully slapping it out of his hand. It flies off the edge of the bunk, landing into the floor next to the bottom bunk.

Smirking, he leans in and touches the head of his penis to her pussy lips, watching her eyes widen in surprise. Her pussy feels nice and soft, wet and moist.

Boruto runs the tip up and down the crease of her pussy lips, his throat on the edge of a moan. He strokes her from top to bottom, teasing both himself and Sarada. The sensation is gratifying for him, watching her squirm as he teases her.

In retaliation her fingers press into his neck, her right hand dipping down his spine slightly. A gasp escapes her when Boruto slides the shaft of his penis over the top of her pussy, thrusting forward before pulling back.

"Quit teasing, stick it in!" Sarada groans, circling her hips at him. Returning his penis to aim at the middle of her pussy, Boruto steadies himself.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah just...put it in slowly." She says quietly, nervously. "And be careful."

"I will." Boruto soothes, his hands unhooking from her legs and allowing them to sit on his thighs. His left hand glides up to her underarm, and he leans forward. Placing his right hand on his penis, he holds it steady as his hips slowly begin to move forward.

The head of his penis presses forward into her pussy lips, spreading them apart with ease with the help of her moistness. Sarada groans, her breathing escalating immediately after.

"You're so wet." He smirked. His hips press further, her lips slowly enveloping the head until it isn't visible any more.

The warmth and tightness that surrounds his cock head feels nice, but without movement it's a tease. Sarada still reacts, however, squirming beneath Boruto. "Deeper…"

Pressing forward, Boruto can feel his penis head burrowing through her cunt. His shaft begins to be swallowed as well, her tight pussy sucking in his cock. His entire dick is so warm inside of her, almost like a burning hot rod.

He goes into Sarada a few inches before pulling back slightly, before slowly pushing back into her before she can complain. His dick burrows deeper, opening areas inside of her that not even her dildo could reach.

It begins to hurt for Sarada, her pussy pulling apart like ripping off a band aid, the wound being touched without having time to recover. "Ow-"

Boruto quickly leans down, pressing his lips into her's and forming a cage for the sound not to escape. He stays like that for a few seconds, waiting for her pained expression to disappear.

Sarada can feel the pain quickly fades away as his cock traverses higher up her into her, replacing itself with a slow but apparent pleasure. She turns her head slightly, signifying to break the kiss. Still, as he releases her he lays a finger across her lips, not wanting to make too much noise.

Boruto's waist slowly makes contact to her ass and hips, his balls against her ass and his hair tingling the surrounding area. He pauses there, waiting for Sarada to get used to the sensation. Her face had flashed pain before and he didn't want to hurt her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it hurt before, but it's gone now." Her cunt pulses around his penis and he pluses back inside her, both sharing their heat to each other. They stay there, breathing with their faces near. "You can move now?"

Boruto nods once, backing up his cock out of her. He withdraws until only the head remains inside Sarada, before thrusting back carefully, at a decent pace.

Still, it doesn't do enough to satisfy her. "You can go faster, you know." She cocks her head, sensing his urge to jackhammer into her.

"Are you sure?" Boruto asks, cautious of how much it could hurt her.

"Yeah." She says, gripping his shoulders. "Go faster." Her own hips thrust once, pleasuring her on his cock and urging him on.

"Tell me if it hurts." He warns, not expecting a response as he pulls out again. Sarada moans this time, noticing his increase in speed.

"Fuck…" She moans, feeling their hips connect with a wet smack. His cock opens and closes her pussy as he thrusts back and forth, over and over again. "You're so warm inside me."

His pace steadily increases, and judging by her moans, Sarada's enjoying it. Boruto smiles, watching as her face disorients in pleasure. She always hides her emotions, but there is no hiding it during this.

Sarada blushes when she realises he's staring at her with a loving look, embarrassed, but the next thrust easily twists her face back into the embarrassing one as she moans uncontrollably. "

"Faster, faster Boruto!" She shouts, moving her hips back and forth as much as she can to help. Her body wants so much, and she can't help but aid to her needs.

Boruto slowly builds up more speed, making Sarada gasp and groan with each thrust. He worries about his speed, it seems almost too fast, but Sarada says nothing and the sensation only feels better and better.

Her breasts begin to bounce as he smacks into her, jiggling them up and down appealingly. Boruto leans down more into her, angling himself so that he's thrusting down instead of into her.

His hands run up to Sarada's body, his left hand to her breast. He kisses her right one lightly, flicking his tongue out at the nipple.

She moans loudly, the dual stimulation making the sensations clash. Her fingernails dig lightly into his back, soon pressing and squeezing his shoulders while trying not to tear off his skin.

"I'm...going to come!" Sarada shouts into Boruto's face. Her legs tense and intense, almost spasming. She can feel the fluid building up since her, ready for its pleasurable blast.

He grunts in reply, also ready for his release. His fingers flick her right nipple, his mouth detaching from her left.

Sarada's moans become short and choppy, growing louder in volume. Boruto cups his mouth over her's, feeding his tongue into her mouth.

"Bo-ru-to!" She groans into his mouth, feeling his final thrust inside her. His penis pierces deep inside her, stabbing up at her cunt.

Her orgasm finally released with a pinch and pull to her breasts, her hips squishing against his. Sarada arches her back as she cums, prying her lips from his to moan loudly.

Boruto keeps his weight off her, brushing her cheek as her face twists in ecstasy, feeling her body press up against his.

Her warm lady fluids flood herself, flowing around his dick and dripping down onto the bed. Boruto only pauses for a second, listening to her moans, before beginning thrusting again.

It only lasts a few seconds but Sarada's sensitive pussy makes her feel it so much more. When Boruto cums inside her, her voice turns into a yell.

His semen feels so much warmer inside her, backwashing her own cum. It sprays up high into her, flooding it.

Sarada's backdrops to the bed as her orgasm subsides, breathing heavily with her mouth hanging open. Boruto almost collapses onto her, his arms weakened.

He sits back up, withdrawing himself from inside her and pulling some cum out with him. They both pant in breaths, glancing at each other.

Sarada settles her gaze on his face. "That was…" She can't find the word for it, the sensation is unique. Her head is still filled with too much lust for her to think straight. The scenes play back in her head, the sounds, everything.

They sit in silence, soaking in the experience. Sarada's head echoes with thoughts. *Boruto...he...I'm not a virgin any more..."

Sweat glistens their bodies, the room seeming to be impossibly warm even with all their clothes off.

But even as they sit in the dark, their bodies find more need to adjoin with each other.

Boruto grins, placing his hands on her thighs and feeling her warm skin. "Too tired to continue?"

Her eyes widened, not having even thought about a second round. "No, of course not."

Chuckling, he runs a finger over her pussy lips. Sarada moans briefly before his finger pulls away, her breath catching. She glares at him half heartedly, wanting him to continue.

"Flip over." Boruto watches as she hastily flips over onto her stomach. She tucks her legs underneath her, holding up the front portion of her body with her arms while sitting on her knees.

Sarada's ass sticks out at him, fully exposing the bottom half of her pussy and her asshole. Her feet and legs spread, her feet on either side of him.

She purposefully shakes her ass at him, her eyes begging for Boruto's cock when she looks back at him. Her breasts shake, hanging freely from her chest.

Boruto shuffles forward, his hands landing on her ass. He grabs her ass cheeks, his thumb pushing into the area between them. When his thumb brushes her asshole she releases a subtle moan, her ass having never been touched before.

Swiftly releasing her back hole, he lines up his cock to her pussy while his other hand gropes her ass. Sarada tenses, expecting the sudden explosion of pleasure

But when Sarada expects him to penetrate her, his penis aims up and brushes between her ass cheeks. Her cheeks flare with red as his cock head pushes slightly into her ass hole. "Hey!"

"Hm?"

"I want it in my other hole." She says quietly, embarrassed.

"Then," Boruto says with a triumphant smile. "Ask for it."

Sarada looks back at him. "Really?" She asks monotonously.

"Yes, really." When he sees her mouth open in a retort, he brings his hand off her ass. His hand comes back down on her ass, however rather lightly, making her ass jiggle.

The skin flashes red for a second, quickly returning to its normal color. Sarada gasps, her head jerking upwards. "Ah…"

The sudden flash of pain isn't nearly enough that she can't bear it, but she gapes with her eyes wide at it. It isn't the pain, rather how her body twists the feeling into pleasure.

"He-" Sarada is about to shout, something about making him stop, but Boruto strikes her again. Her back arches as she groans. "Mmh!"

He pauses and she sucks in breaths, her arms ready to collapse. Boruto places a hand on her ass, smoothing over the red skin until it blends back into her skin color.

Panting, Sarada whimpers as she shifts underneath his warm grasp. Boruto leans forward into her, whispering. "Ask."

Her pussy aches, her ass stinging pleasurably. Boruto's cock sits between her ass cheeks, teasing her with the prospect of penetration. She can't hold out any more.

"Boruto...put your dick in my pussy." Sarada groans, thrusting her hips back slightly to rub his cock against her ass.

"Say please." Boruto says, grinning victoriously as he strokes the side of her torso, next to her breasts.

"Please, Boruto," She shakes her ass at him, almost willing to do anything to get him inside her. "I need you inside me…"

"Alright," Boruto lifts his dick off Sarada's ass, backing up slightly and sliding it down when crotch to the bottom of her pussy.

She yips as he moves it side to side, pulling at her folds. It soon is pushed forward, pushing up against the outside of her pussy.

"Stop teasing me!" Sarada resists screaming. She keeps her body up with one arm, lifting the other off the bed. Her arm reaches down her chest and between her legs, towards him.

Her fingers grasp his cock, her hand soon moving forward to grab it. She lustfully directs Boruto's dick up into her pussy, moaning slowly while moving her hips slightly from side to side.

Sarada's hips move involuntarily, rubbing down against him. "Thrust your cock inside me!" She moans, unable to pierce herself with him.

Boruto takes a hand off her ass and directs his penis up at her pussy. The head pushes the lips apart, more recklessly than the time before.

His head feels just as good as before, but Sarada squirms at the rough feeling. Boruto roughly thrusts his penis an inch inwards, not especially caring for gentleness.

From her gasps he judges that she likes it rough, and he withdraws before quickly thrusting into her again. It hits up high inside her cunt, pressing against her walls as it slides back and forth.

When she feels his cock pull back again from inside her, Sarada thrusts her body back into his hips, just as Boruto is thrusting back into her.

Their synchronized thrust quickly adjoins them, hitting her ass against his hips. It makes a wet slap noise, her ass bouncing from the impact. Boruto pauses and she girds herself against him.

"Mhm...fuck me Boruto." Sarada mumbles lustfully, her pussy squeezing his cock. She tenses her hips and squishes her walls tighter against him, making him groan.

Boruto pulls out, his unhastey speed feeling as though it takes an eternity. His tip grinds against the opening of her cunt, before his thrust sends it quickly down her walls.

His cock hits deep inside her, their thighs clashing. Sarada's arms weaken, her weight shifting from her hands down to her elbows as she sticks her ass in the air.

Boruto falls into a slow rhythm, his cock lazily withdrawing before his thrust quickly sends it back inside. He listens to Sarada's moans, being turned on by seeing her vulnerable.

Sarada's voice sounds freely, and she turns her head to the side to rest it on the bed. "Fuck me harder!"

Her own hips begin moving in any with his motions, but it is only a minute before she begins picking up her speed, Boruto hurrying to match her pace.

Once he does Sarada's thrusts begin to weaken, her hands grasping the bed sheets as her elbows push into the bed. She moves her weight to her arms, her legs feeling as though they will collapse.

Her moans mix with whimpers, her voice changing slightly with each of Boruto's thrusts. His hips move faster as he realizes Sarada has stopped, loving the feeling on his dick.

Her wet warmth feels even better the faster his hips love, and judging by Sarada's sounds, she can feel it too. Boruto leans forward even more, swinging his hips more.

Boruto's hand slides down her side, before rising off her body. The first spank brings her face down onto the bed, with a resounding smack noise.

Sarada cries out joyfully, feeling her body shake. Her arms quaver as her face presses roughly against the bed, her arms abandoning her face and instead gripping the bed sheets in fists.

She turns so her cheek is on the bed, glancing back at Boruto through the corners of her eyes. Her hair splays in a mess but she barely notices.

"I'm going to come...ah...Boruto…" She barely makes out between her moans, her vocals completely out of her control. Her body stays still, allowing Boruto to completely take control.

Only grunting in reply, Boruto hits her again, however lighter. An odd growl grows in his throat, a sound like no other that only turns Sarada on more.

The friction against her pussy starts to feel electric, an even stronger feeling building in her hips. Sarada's moans begin to cut off, becoming shorter and heightening their pitch.

"Fuck, fuck!" She squeals, suddenly arching her back. Her head is thrown backwards, her hair flying back wildly. Her shoulders tense, her fingers threatening to rip through the bedsheets with her fingernails. "Ah...hh...haaaaa!"

At the same time, Boruto thrusts roughly into her. He grind his hips against her ass, forcing his cock deep into her. Leaning forward, he wraps an arm under her breasts while using his other hand to support her.

Sarada collapses in his arms as his cum hoses down her insides, swarming down her stomach. Her head droops and she closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of the warm creamy fluid.

Her eyes suddenly snap open as her own orgasm sets off, like fireworks exploding inside her hip area. Her ass perks upwards, her hands scrambling to support her as Boruto holds her up.

Sarada's legs tense, her feet lifting off the bed to her thighs as her own orgasm sprays wildly, backwashing Boruro's sperm. He groans as her warm, more liquified fluids surround his cock.

Boruto absorbs her loud moans as she rides out her orgasm, her girlish sounding voice eventually slowing to pants of breath. His crazily beating heart echoes against her back, his chest and abdomen feeling like a warm, comforting blanket.

When her orgasm is over Boruto gently sets her down, his arm growing tired from holding her up.

Sarada rolls to her side once she touches the bed, her legs unfurling and bringing her feet from her thighs. Sweat glistens her body, and Boruto realizes it covers his as well.

Her limbs are splayed out, her body too mentally and physically exhausted to do anything. Sarada's eyes are closed, her head resting without a care for her messy hair.

From between her splayed legs, cum fills her pussy. The white fluids leak from between her lips, completely flooding them as it slowly drips out into the bed.

Boruto's penis stays hard, his famous Uzumaki stamina keeping him standing, though just barely. Sarada turns her head up, cracking open her eyes.

A smile brims her face, sweet and shy. A blush comes to her cheeks, but she doesn't dare to hide it.

Boruto lowers himself down, leaning forward onto his hands and knees before dropping down to lie on the bed. He rolls onto his left side, facing Sarada.

She lazily throws her left leg over his, wrapping her ankle around his calf. Sarada's hands come up to his chest, and she leans forward.

Her cheek brushes against his shoulder, and when Boruto glances down she pecks him on the lips before shyly withdrawing. Instead, she rests her head on his collar, nuzzling her cheek and ear into him.

Bringing his right hand up to her waist, he feels around and carefully feels the inside of her thigh with his thumb.

Sarada takes her left hand to his shoulder, sliding her palm around to his back, sending a tingle through his shoulder and the back of his neck.

They lay down for a while, allowing their breaths to steady, though their hearts barely lower their pace. Their warm bodies press against one another, neither of them caring much about the sweat coating their bodies.

Sarada's breath rolls over Boruto's neck as she speaks, turning her head upwards as he glanced down. "You're still hard?"

"Yeah, I got it from my dad." He jokes. She chuckles, stroking her fingers over his back.

In response Boruto slides his hand around the back of her waist, planning her fleshy ass. His fingers press into the skin and squeeze gently, feeling around carefully.

Sarada bites her lip, the sensation greatly turning her on. His hand moves in circles, pressing and pulling her bubble ass cheeks.

Her body aches for more, her pussy hungry for even a small bit of pleasure. *And Boruto's still hard." She figures.

Sarada pulls back her head and looks up at him. "Can we go again?"

Boruto smiles, his other hand coming up to her cheek. "Aren't you tired yet?" He asks concerningly, worried she's pushing herself.

"One more time?" She begs, grabbing his cock with her right hand. Sarada strokes it, feeling it pulse in her hand.

It's warm and still very erect, the entire thing is still sticky with cum. It feels nice in her hand, the stickiness against her palm.

Her fingers wrap around it just below the head, making Boruto release a muffled moan. She watches his face twist, his mouth prying itself open.

Sarada grins at him, loving the sight of him embarrassed just like he had done to her. "Come on,"

She sits up onto her knees, but when Boruto tries to sit up, she places a hand lightly on his chest. "I'll be on top this time"

He lies back down, instead shuffling to the center of the bed. Sarada stretches a leg over him, positioning her knee above his right hip.

Sarada swings herself into Boruto, sitting up on her knees. His hands find their way up onto her thighs, his fingers clasping her waist.

Her hips hover over his, Sarada's legs keeping her above him. Her legs burn slightly with fatigue but she's too turned on to stop now.

She puts her hands down on him, her left on his waist and her other behind her on his thigh. She hesitates to move, feeling as though she is too exposed to Boruto.

Boruto chuckles beneath her, sensing her nervousness. His hands tug her waist downwards, urging her to penetrate herself on him.

Sarada huffs, doing her best to ignore him. Her left hand grasps the shaft of his cock, aiming it upwards. She can feel it underneath her, ready to penetrate her.

She begins lowering himself onto him, sensing the tip of his dick brush against her pussy lips. She straddles his penis in her hand, grasping the base and keeping it pointed upwards.

Moaning to herself, Sarada runs his cock head up and down her pussy slit. Her legs begin to give way, weakening at her own teasing.

Moving her hand higher, she stops moving Boruto's penis and aims it up into her. The tip of the head burrows slightly up inside her, prying open her pussy lips.

Sarada nervously begins to bring her hips down over him, feeling his cock like a drill. It feels different for Sarada to be on top, almost naughtier.

With a groan his cock head is enveloped by her pussy, and she is able to release Boruto's cock from her grasp. Sarada's hands gravitate to his chest, running up his hips to get to their destination.

She leans her body weight onto him, knowing that Boruto can take it. Her hands grope around his chest, finding her balance.

Boruto begins pressing on her hips more, almost forcing Sarada down onto him. His hands grip her waist sturdily as he pulls her pussy down over him.

"H-hey!" Sarada exclaims, her pussy sensitive towards the foreign angle. Still he does not stop, pulling her hips down further over him.

Boruto's penis drills in deeper, and she cries out as the shaft begins to be fed into her. "Not so fast!"

Her nails dig into his chest, lightly at first, but under his steady pace Sarada begins clawing at him. She tries to pull her waist up but Boruto forces it downwards.

Sarada whimpers, his cock pressing against her cunt walls in an unfamiliar direction. It feels as though he is going to break her, and she frets that it will begin to hurt soon enough.

The discomfort begins to fade, just as Boruto's shaft grinds against her insides high up inside her stomach. Sarada can feel her ass touch down on his thighs, realizing she has Boruto almost entirely inside her.

"Ah!.." Sarada cries out, feeling his penis inside her like a foreign object. It seems to go up to her stomach, piercing up high inside her. She clenches her pussy walls, feeling them being pushed back by his cock.

Finally, her hips make contact with Boruto. Sarada's legs feel weakened, and she sits on his hips. She squirms, sensing his penis pulsing powerfully inside her.

It's so warm inside her, burning as it seems to reflect her own heat. Her pussy coats it in pre fluids, wettening his cock along with herself.

Sarada pauses her attack on his chest, the angle of penetration still odd inside her. She closed and tenses her eyes frustratingly, almost wanting to hit Boruto for forcing her down on his penis.

And yet it feels nice inside her, her pussy slowly getting used to being stretched so widely. His hips feel so warm underneath her, and she enjoys having Boruto below her.

Boruto loosens his grip on her hips, moving his hands up to the upper sides of her waist. "Are you okay?"

Sarada's eyes crack open slightly, her gaze almost like an undecided half glare. Boruto sits up slightly, propping himself up with his arms.

Her expression softens after a few seconds. "Yeah...just... don't do that again, alright?"

"Sure." Boruto smiles. She doesn't exactly trust is half answer, but as he gazed up her body she turns away shyly, her confidence and anger mostly gone in an instant.

Sarada glances back at him from the corner of her eye, aware of the pervy position she's in. She can feel his eyes on her body, lustful intentions on his mind

"Are you ready to move?" Boruto prompts. Sarada nods nervously, shifting in his lap.

She plants her hands high on his chest, leaning forward onto him. The marks on his chest are completely forgotten, as he smirks at her.

Sarada adjusts her legs, spreading them wider along his sides. She glanced back with caution, and Boruto chuckles. "You're just stalling, aren't you."

"Hmp." She replies quickly, ignoring him. Her hips rise slowly, his cock peeling out of her pussy.

Boruto groans, feeling his penis head drag against her cunt walls. Sarada soaks in his moans, loving the sound of his voice.

He quickly tries to hide it, attempting to silence himself in embarrassment. However, Sarada quickly thrusts back down onto him and grinds her hips into his lap.

Boruto's voice sounds again, and she feels his hands straining on her waist. Sarada leans her head down into him. "Your voice is so cute, Boruto."

His face flushes red, but his voice sounds again as she lifts her hips off him. Sarada drops her waist down onto him, however finding it hard to move her hips vertically.

She scoots her hips forward, arching her back. Boruto raises an eye, her breasts puffing out into his face.

Her face flushes red, feeling her hard nipples in the center of his vision. He only smirks in reaction, watching her slowly pleasure herself on him.

Doing her best to ignore him, Sarada lifts her hips diagonally, slapping them down with a wet smack. His cock stabs into her pussy in an odd fashion, hitting a special area and making her moan even louder.

She paused, taking a heavy breath. That one spot felt even better than the others, like a place where she could feel his cock inside her even more.

The spot is rough, a place that is not touched often, but Sarada's body demands the unique spike of pleasure again. She craves the sensation as well, finding her body in motion almost without her own thought to command it.

Her hips grind forward as Sarada lifts her hips again, feeling Boruto's cock rub past that spot. Her legs immediately weaken, and her body swiftly falls down over him.

It's a tough landing, her hips dropping into his, but neither of them really take notice. Sarada moans loudly, not able to hold back anything. The pain is subtle, and though it does not vanish instantly, she cannot bear to stop and wait for it to cease.

Her mental barrier that had kept some of her will safe from the instincts of sex had been being quickly chipped away throughout their escarpment, weakening with each of her's or Boruto's thrusts. But now, with his cock pressing against that special area, her barrier is no more.

Sarada quickly lifts herself back up, fighting back the fatigue and unexplainable weakness in her legs. Her body drops lazily back down onto his, her back arching as she releases a loud, throaty moan. "Fuuuck..."

Her hands clenched into fists against Boruto's chests, thankfully not digging into his chest this time. His hands on Sarada's waist tighten, sensing her need to pleasure herself, as well as him.

Leaning forward more, Sarada almost shoves her breasts right into his face, feeling his breath on her cleavage. Still, her body gives her no time to react.

Her hips lift and slap again, and Boruto can feel her fleshy ass cheeks bouncing against his thighs when she lands.

The front of Sarada's hips do not lift from their place against Boruto's, instead her pussy seems to rotate up against his penis, and he finds her stomach and lower chest being pressed against his body.

Sarada's breasts shove up against his collar and chest, her nipples easily in range of Boruto's tongue.

However he barely notices them, instead watching Sarada's bright red face as her ass bounces behind her. Her back arches up, her head angling to shout at the ceiling.

Even when her moans pause, her head stays angled up, her eyes glancing down at him. Her expression is that of being exposed, being unable to defend herself, but she cannot do anything about it now. Her body and mind have been encaptured in ecstasy.

Her entire body weight is now on Boruto, but he doesn't mind at all. Her warmth is like a blanket on him, wrapping around his entire body.

Sarada's arms find their space taken over by her body, and instead they disperse onto either side of Boruto. He finds her hands climbing up onto his shoulders, molding the outer edges of his collar.

Her stomach grinds against him as her hips move back and forth, her lewd appearance cast aside in her thoughts. She can't stop, despite the scene feeling embarrassing.

She humps herself against Boruto, her hips finding a circular pattern. He moans below her as his cock is squeezed against her insides, his tip being pressed into by the imperfections of her tunnel.

Her insides begin tensing around him, coiling around him. It squeezes powerfully even as Sarada continues to move, finding each bob and thrust more challenging, but at the same time more pleasurable.

This only eggs her to move faster, to thrust harder. The sound of her hips becomes more apparent, her pre fluids slowly coating over his dick and it's base.

Boruto's hands shift on her waist, finding her speed outpacing his hands. His palms surf up her sides, sending tingles up Sarada's body that she has no time to acknowledge.

His fingers burrow up the insides of Sarada's shoulders, tracing her back just besides her spine. It tickles slightly, but still her thrusts become out of rhythm for just a second.

Sarada hurries to regain her set pace, but is quickly thwarted as his hands crawl around to explore. She forgoes her original pace, finding his hands preventing her from doing so.

As her hips move faster the increasing pleasure eggs her on. It's as though feeling the pleasure drains her strength, the limbs holding her up soon drained of theirs as well.

But she cannot stop, her hips jackhammering over Boruto's with a desperate and no longer as graceful pattern. Sarada finds herself unable to support herself, but at the same time, unable to pause her hips.

Boruto watches her desperate expression, the way her eyes gloss over. It seems as though she is being driven mad by the pleasure, her loud moans no longer controllable.

The bunk bed they lie on creaks dangerously, slightly rocking at the pace of her hips. Her mouth collects saliva as it hangs open, and she finds some of it slipping out of the corner of her mouth as though she were drooling.

Boruto's cock inside her slowly chips away at her energy, each higher pierce draining her. Within a second, her arms are suddenly drained of their remaining strength.

Already leaning forward, Sarada only drops her weight down onto Boruto. Her head falls onto his shoulder, her head turned to look at him. Her breaths cascade off his neck and cheek, and Boruto leans into her head with his.

Sarada's hands urgently grasp at the bed sheets, channeling her strength into her hands. The sheets threaten to slip off the edges of the bed as she bundles balls of it in her hands, pulling at them like they will relieve the tension of her body.

Her breasts and body push down into Boruto with all their weight, but he only hugs Sarada tighter. He finds his right hand sliding down to the small of her back, his other hand reaching across her back to her opposite shoulder blade.

Despite that, her hips still swing as though the world relies on it. Her pussy clenches powerfully around Boruto, and with each bit tighter Sarada is pulled closer to her orgasm.

Her legs tense incredibly, her shoulders and hands straining as though these involuntary actions were necessary. But Sarada cannot stop them, despite knowing that her legs would inevitably kill her afterwards.

"Mh!" She moans, at no action in particular. Her body has reached its limit, it's capacity for pleasure.

Sarada's head turns, digging her face past Boruto's shoulder and pressing the side of her head against the area just below his ear. *I'm gonna…*

Her thought is cut short as Boruto beats her to it, and immediately his powerful spray releases inside her.

Her thrusting is easily stopped by Boruto, his thick semen shooting up inside her. Sarada's hips fall right down onto him, finding herself unable to physically lift her hips up again.

Sarada's hands leave the sheets in an instant, instead gravitating to his sides like magnets as they press into him roughly. Her palms are open, her fingers grasping around his sides before her fingers squeeze into him.

She feels her body shudder and she yanks her head out of his neck. Her back arches, her head returning to the middle where it resides inches from his face.

Sarada moans loudly into his face with each blast of his cum. Each one of her sounds becomes a different pitch, all of them having the same feelings behind them.

His warm fluids are like an explosion, and she finds her hips grinding down into his. Sarada half sighs half moans loudly with contempt, the sound rolling out of her throat like a growl.

Her eyes soften, seeming to close a bit more by the second. Her mouth slowly closes on it's own, the only sounds coming out of her being sighs and groans.

Boruto watches her head flop down onto his chest, her cheek squishing up on him. Her face turns to the side, and Sarada angles herself upwards more to see his face.

Just when she settles into Boruto's touch, Sarada's mouth shoots open again with a shout of a moan. Her eyes tense, saliva from her mouth pouring onto his upper chest.

Her legs jerk and tense, and Sarada finds herself grinding her breasts into him. All at once, her body falls weak.

Before Boruto can say anything, her pussy swarms his cock with her own slippery fluids. Her cum flows down his cock, down to the base.

Sarada mumbles quietly, her strength completely drained. She lays there limply, her mouth hanging slightly open.

The smell of her cum swarms around them, her fluids leaking bit by bit onto the bed.

Boruto sighs, smiling to no one but himself. He wraps his arms tighter against Sarada, pulling her in closer.

He can feel his cock still hard inside her, but she is completely spent.

Both of them are sticky with sweat, but Boruto doesn't mind in the slightest. He glances around, observing the aftermath of their love session.

The blanket is shoved against the wall, bundled and rolled up. The bed sheets are loose in some places, the result of Sarada's pulling on them.

"Hey Sara?" Boruto says quietly. His left hand rubs soothingly over her back, comforting himself as well as her.

Sarada peeks her eyes open, and immediately moans with the volume of a mouse. "Y-yeah?"

"Sorry, did I wake you?" He asks politely.

"No, it's fine. I wasn't asleep." Sarada lifts herself up slightly, feeling her skin stick to his for a second from their combined sweat.

She glances down at where their hips are still adjoined, her pussy dripping it's fluids down over Boruto.

Her face flushes red, as though she is just remembering what they had done. "O-oh…"

Hugging her gently, Boruto carefully rolls over to his right and places Sarada on her side on the bed.

Her right arm slips over to his back pulling him in tighter. His own arms are still embraced around her, pressing her chest against himself.

"I guess I should pull it out now…" Boruto says awkwardly. His left hand slips down to her waist, angling to push her hips off.

Sarada pulls her right leg off from around his hip, allowing him to pull himself back. His cock easily slides out of her, making a strange but quiet noise as it does.

She groans slightly as Boruto pulls out, allowing some more of her fluids out onto the bed sheet.

"Shit…." Sarada mutters quietly, their combined fluids dripping out onto the bed in a mass.

She pulls herself away from Boruto, making him frown slightly. She reaches up to her back pack, snatching the cloth from her bag.

Sarada's cloth grips onto the object that had been hurriedly stuffed inside it, and as she urgently yanks the cloth out, her dildo comes tumbling out of the top.

Her eyes go wide, but she doesn't have enough time to bring her other arm around and Boruto spots it.

She turns around to him, seeing him grin almost triumphantly despite him being pretty shocked inside.

"I'm guessing you used that earlier?" Boruto says almost like a prompt. Sarada tries her best to ignore him and brings the cloth down to the bedsheet where their cum has amassed.

The plastic dildo is shiny with what he supposed is her dry fluids, and from seeing her naked body, he could imagine her masturbating on a tool as such.

He leans forward, reaching out his right hand lightly grasping the plastic "I'll take that as a yes."

Sarada blushes still, scooping up most of their fluids off of the bed sheet and into the cloth. She folds it and tries to wipe off the puddle that remains, to no avail.

"This is going to leave a stain." She groans inwardly, but Boruto only seems half concerned.

"Hopefully they won't tell anyone." He grins, and she frowns at him.

Instead, he pulls the plastic dildo up and around her head to the space between them, noticing a certain scent also coming off of the sex object.

"Not going to lie, if I knew you had this," He pauses, and Sarada glances up at him with a face full of red. "I would have used it on you while you were still...restrained." Boruto hesitates, finding a nicer word than 'tied up'.

She freezes in the process of folding up the cum filled blanket. The thought of him piercing her with a plastic dildo as she was tied up...it made her pretty turned on despite her already being exhausted.

The implications in his voice sounded so hot to Sarada, even if it would have sounded a tad bit too naughty for most people.

Boruto notices her pause, and the way her face suddenly turns a deeper shade of red. With a smirk, he leans in slightly, already having the picture in his own head. "How about we save that for another time."

It takes Sarada a minute to unfreeze herself, hurriedly folding the cloth shut and placing it in her backpack.

She grabs her dildo at the base of its length and yanks it out of Boruto's hand, placing it back into her bag as well, all while carefully glancing at him.

But when Sarada turns back towards him, Boruto latches his arms around her upper waist and pulls her inwards.

He pulls himself into her too, leaving an empty little area around the wet puddle in the sheets.

Sarada brings herself into him as well, wrapping her arms around his side's, below his arms.

They hold each other, soaking in their warmth. Sarada pulls Boruto closer into her, her right hand moving up the back of his neck.

She pressed his head forward with her hand, feeling him comply and lean forward to his own accord. "You said you loved me earlier…" Sarada reminds him

She leans into him as well, bringing their faces to the brink of touching. "Were you lying?"

"No, I wasn't." Boruto reaches his left hand down to her ass, his right hand staying pressed against her back. He pulls her entire body towards himself, bringing her hips against his.

Sarada can feel his still erect dick pressing against her lower stomach. She lifts her right leg, maneuvering it so that his cock lies on the inside of her left thigh.

She then puts her right leg back down, trapping him between both her thighs. His erect cock pushes up her thighs, forcing itself against the entrance of her pussy.

It feels teasingly good to have his cock shaft prouding through her legs and pressing against her pussy entrance. Boruto's cock is still wet against her pussy, with both from their combined fluids, and it feels strangely slippery.

It reaches through her thighs, pressing against her ass at the same time. She squirms her hips, feeling it rub erotically against her core.

Still too exhausted to be turned on all that much more, Sarada sighs, slightly frustrated with herself for not being able to go on longer.

She turns her attention back to Boruto. "How are you still hard?"

"I'm an Uzumaki." He shrugs, beaming. "Maybe I could go on for hours?"

"We'll have to check that some day." Sarada says, earning a chuckle from Boruto.

She presses the back of his head more firmly, and Boruto eyes her with a playful suspicion.

Their noses touch first, and Sarada finds her head slowly shaking slightly, brushing her nose back and forth against his.

Her head tilts upwards, bringing his nose past her's, allowing Boruto to close in closer on her.

"I love you, Sarada…" He says it first this time, pressing his face closer into her's.

"I love you too," Sarada smiles sweetly, finding herself exhausted, but not so much so that she would miss her first real kiss. "Boruto,"

The kisses they had during sex didn't count as real ones, and Sarada only realises this as Boruto leans into her, his subtle breath making her shiver.

His lower lip brushes against her upper lip, his chapped lips feeling rough against her's. Boruto's mouth cracks open slightly, trapping Sarada's upper lip between both of his.

He gnaws on her upper lip, squishing and playing with it between his jaws. Slipping his tongue over his lower lip, Boruto slides his tongue inside her mouth.

Sarada feels his tongue under her lip, running against the inside of her mouth. He does it so slowly that she almost wants to press her face against her's.

Boruto's kiss teasing is near unbearable, not unlike his teasing on the other parts of her body. Sarada pushes her face into his, but to her disappointment he pulls back.

Their lips stay connected still, though Sarada cannot stop him from teasing her. His tongue runs over the bottom of her upper lip, enjoying the smoothness of her mouth.

Reaching her own tongue out, Sarada pushes against Boruto's tongue. Grinning, he turns his attention to her and presses his tongue against her's.

Boruto forces her tongue deeper into her mouth, swirling his tongue against her's. Sarada lures him deeper inside her mouth, bringing Boruto's tongue past her teeth and into the open area in her mouth.

When he tries to pull away, Sarada can feel him pulling back from their kiss, and presses her face even deeper into her's. Boruto still tries to pull back, but her hand pushes his head back into the kiss.

He turns his head to the side, turning away from Sarada's lips. His breaths are heavy and he sucks in many as soon as her mouth is off of his.

Boruto notices Sarada half glaring at him. "Sorry, I had to breathe." He says innocently.

She takes a long breath herself. "Sorry about that...I don't know what came over me..."

"It's okay." He grins, knowing exactly what she's talking about. Boruto regains his breath, breathing back at a steady pace.

He brings his face back to Sarada's.

"I wasn't kidding about checking, just so you know." Sarada says quietly, her breath flushing against his lips.

Boruto smiles, but before he can say anything else, she presses her lips into his, sealing their lips together.

Their lips meet with a surprising gentleness, both their mouths open. They press against each other, an urge within each of them, but at the same time a careful slowness in their actions.

Both of them want this kiss to last, but at the same time their urge for touch is nearly unparalleled.

Sarada feels both his lips this time, the rough skin making a nice sensation against her's. Boruto's tongue slowly slips against her lips, feeling around the entrance to her mouth.

This kiss is unlike their ones before, the ones that were rushed by their lust for intercourse. This one is softer, more gentle. Boruto takes time against her lips, slowly drawing his tongue against her lower lip.

Lowering her lip, she allows his tongue to run up the inside of her lip. He draws his tongue slowly up Sarada's lip, tasting her residue saliva.

She reaches out her tongue to meet Boruto, gliding over her teeth and pressing up into the invading tongue. Both of them can taste the fluids from each other, but at the moment it doesn't feel the slightest bit gross.

Pressing back into Sarada, he slowly pushes her back into her mouth. This time she abides, steadily withdrawing herself and bringing Boruto into his mouth.

The tips of their tongues slip and slide around each other, progressively moving back until Boruto's tongue has reached it's full length into Sarada's mouth.

Boruto's right hand slips underneath her side, his hand curling to palm the small of her back. His left hand comes up around her side, slipping underneath her arm. His hand slides up the back of her shoulder, up the back of her neck to her hair.

Sarada mumbles something inaudible, though just the sound and vibration of her mouth allows Boruto to understand her enjoyment. She presses her own face back into his, her mouth moving slightly to rub against his.

Bringing her arms up, Sarada slips her hands around the back of Boruto's neck. They sit at the base of his neck, fidgeting around the back of his shoulders.

Sarada begins to press back into his tongue, attempting to force Boruto back. Instead he presses on harder, finding their tongues slipping off each other before quickly coming back to contact over and over.

His left hand brushes through her hair with open fingers, combing through her hair to the back of her head. Boruto pulls her in closer, feeling her arms tighten around his back.

Slapping her palm twice on his back, Sarada signals for breath. Her eyes open to Boruto, and he allows her to pull her mouth back. Their lips still brush, being centimeters away from each other.

They breathe steadily, their faces staying close together. Their light panting becomes the only sound in the room, hopefully not as loudly as it sounds for the two of them.

Sarada cuddles into Boruto, pulling him in closer by his neck. "This isn't just going to be a one night stand, is it?"

"Of course not." He smiles, leaning his head forward and pressing his nose against Sarada's. "Maybe after this trip we could spend some time together."

"Definitely." She confirms. They smile at each other for a second before her mouth gapes into a yawn, and her eyes water a bit.

"Tired?" Boruto asks. "I kind of woke you up in the middle of the night didn't I?"

"Yeah you did, idiot." Sarada says lightly with a grin, bringing an arm up and rubbing her eyes with the side of her hand.

He leans upwards, bringing his nose off of her's and replacing it with his lips. A quick kiss is all it takes for her to blush slightly.

Boruto pulls his right arm out from underneath Sarada, using it instead to push himself up into a sitting position.

She sighs at the sudden lack of warmth, realizing just how cold the cabin is now that her sweat has dried and her adrenaline spent. "You're going already?" Sarada teases, already knowing how late it is.

Boruto flashes her a grin as he shuffles down the bed to retrieve their clothes. "Do you want me to stay until you fall asleep?"

Sarada turns away slightly, embarrassed by how much she actually does. "W-well...kind of…"

Grabbing their clothes, Boruto comes back over to the top of the bed. "Then I happily will."

"I took these off of you earlier." He smirks, handing back her panties and bra.

Sarada's face flushes red. *I almost forgot about that.* She takes her undergarments from his hand. "Thanks." She says tentatively.

She hesitates for a second before stretching out her legs and slipping her panties over her feet. Her legs ache slightly, though she is certain it will be more painful in the morning.

Boruto scoots up the bed beside her as she pulls her panties over her thighs to cover her core. He has put back on his boxers and pants, but left his shirt and jacket to the side.

He grabs the blanket that had been bunched up against the wall during their escarpment, pulling it over the bottom of the bed and unfurling the rest.

Sarada slips her arms through her bra strap, fitting it against her chest before pulling the straps to her shoulders. Remembering she can't reach the buckle on the back, she nervously turns to Boruto.

"Hey, can you do the bra clip?"

"Sure." He smiles, and she turns her back towards him so that he can. Boruto's fingers work easily even in the dark, slipping the one side under the other and hearing a resounding click.

When the buckle is finished, she turns back to him. "I'm going to go to sleep." A smile tugs at the corner of Sarada's mouth as she lays down onto the pillow.

Her feet slip underneath the blanket, and as she settles in, Boruto pulls the top part over her shoulders.

He lays down beside her, both of them facing each other on the pillow.

"Thank you for tonight." Sarada says, her eyes already beginning to close slightly. Her body seems magnetized to his chest, her face gravitating closer to it even as sleep is approaching so quickly.

"Any time." Boruto replies humorously, earning a chuckle from Sarada.

Her arms snake their way around him, pulling her face into his chest. She throws her right leg around him, almost grinding herself into him.

Sarada draws in his warmth as they lay there, though unfortunately for her, she can't enjoy the feeling long before her mind begins to darken.

"Good night, Sara" are the last words she hears, echoing in her head, before her mind is drowned into unconsciousness.

*I love you...Boruto…*