Sasuke lowered his 4-inch-wide into Sakura. She moaned again in pleasure and pain. He was going deeper this time, and the pleasurable pain was almost hurting her. She couldn't remember stretching this far for as long as she could remember. She remembered Gaara's being about 2 and a half inches wide and 7 inches long. Itachi's was small; about 1 and a half inches wide and a stubby 5 inches long, but he didn't really get real erections, anyway. Shikamaru's was maybe 7 and a half inches long and 3 inches wide, but 4 inches? She was surprised she could handle two. And 9 inches long and not sticking out at all. It was going to hurt to walk once Sasuke was through with her.
Suddenly, Sasuke withdrew his dick from Sakura. She couldn't understand why; they seemed to be having so much fun, even if the pain she felt made her want to scream and put a cork in herself so that this would never happen again. Not that it mattered anymore; once they started doing this regularly it would be easier and easier for her to do it.
I can't take this. Why did Sasuke withdraw his dick from me? I need it back; I'm getting hungry for more.
Sakura's question was soon to be answered...
"Sakura, I love you."
"Then why did you stop?" Sakura retorted.
"Because...I had to. I need to know something."
"Yes?"
"Do you love me? Or is this just a trick to get to have sex with another guy because you're yearning for it?"
"I love you, Sasuke Uchiha. I love you very much. I always have. When I was filled up with those other guys' dicks, I didn't feel enchanted. Just satiasfied. But when you lowered yourself into me, I felt a whole new sensation. One filled with enchantment, satisfaction, happiness, and another feeling, on that I have never felt before. I don't know what it-" Sakura was cut off.
"Love. It's called love. I feel the same way about you. But to know that your words are pure and true, I need you to prove it. And I know how..."
Sasuke licked the lips of Sakura's vagina. It tickled her. He moved into her, until he reached where his dick was supposed to go. He withdrew his tongue and inserted his index finger. He played with her clit softly. He got harder and harder and faster, until she screamed his name, and moaned loudly, and squirted out a stream of milky-white liquid onto his muscular chest. He wiped it off with his finger, and tasted it.
She loves me. The fluid is sweeter than honey. It is the purest of love.