Temari's body was swaying seductively, her amply curvaceous figure turning this way and that in Naruto's lap. A full, meaty ass ground on his erect rod, lacy red panties digging into a deep crack while his tented boxers were wedged up against the blonde's posterior. Her vast, pillowy breasts heaved and swayed, swinging this way and that as she gyrated her voluptuous body. Eyelids drooped seductively, peering with a hungry relish into Naruto's handsome face, and her hands roved admiringly, greedily over his firm, taut frame. She licked her lips, and a damp patch gradually blossomed in the crotch of her panties.
Naruto was bare-chested, and Temari straddled him in just her underwear. A sly, sultry smile turned the woman's lips as she shook her ass and pressed herself close, dancing indecently, provocatively in his lap. They were in her bedroom, and Naruto had a hand on Temari's hip as she swayed and stimulated him. Closely came her face, the tip of her nose brushing his, and she tossed her loins upward, swinging her ass back and around, rubbing her nether regions against him in every conceivable way and from every imaginable angle as she tipped and tilted her body in his lap, dancing for his pleasure, dancing to entice him to ravish her more fiercely than ever.
Her eyes incited him to a furious lust, and her quirking lips and heaving breasts filled him with fire and salt. Roughly his hips jerked in her bed, causing the mattress to creak and groan beneath him. The tent of his aching erection brushed Temari's plush, smooth thighs, and his fingers slipped down the waistband of her snugly wedged panties, pulling on them in a silent, suggestive tease. Temari purred, feeling his digits brush the skin of her lower back, and she twerked, flinging her ass lustily up to slap her buttock against his hand as he pulled on her panties, lifting her hips as he inched the garment experimentally down.
Temari's own hands drifted down Naruto's abdomen, following the trail of nearly transparent yellow hair down from his navel to the bulge that raised the fabric of his boxers on high. She hooked his waistband, tongue flashing from her mouth to lave itself over her red, erotic lips in anticipation, and she pressed her body closer to his, flattening her titanic breasts upon the hardness of his bosom, swinging her hips toward him so that the rear of her panties was pulled even further out, the front of them digging into her sex ever so slightly as the dampness spread and deepened. Arching her back, she dragged her breasts up his chest, and she slipped the thumb of her free hand down the crotch of her panties even as she tugged upon Naruto's boxers.
Click, one of Naruto's hands undid the clasp of Temari's bra, even while his other hand pulled her panties down further, even as Temari yanked down his boxers and helped him slide her panties down from her sex. His phallus, upright and rigid, pulsated centimeters from her newly bared slit, and Temari's cunt smoldered and moistened in eager desire for that huge, girthsome, wonderful cock. Precum shimmered about Naruto's slit, the foreshadowing of a substantial ejaculation welling up from his penile meatus as he drank in the sight of her body. Temari smiled and rolled her shoulders, shrugging off the straps of her unfastened bra, and she let Naruto peel the garment away. Her tits flopped out bare and beautiful, and Naruto smacked his lips hungrily at the sight of them and her naked cunt, plainly hankering for a bit of milk and cream.
Grinning, Temari danced more heatedly in his lap, feeling Naruto's naked cock rub against her thighs, feeling his tip slide exhilaratingly over her moist, burning labia. Electricity raced up her spine, and her back arched, her hips convulsively pressing closer. She straddled Naruto, purring and mashing her melons to his chest, feeling up his body as she rubbed herself against him achingly, invitingly. She provoked him with "fighting words", asking for it with every inch of her luscious, womanly body as she pitched and swayed erotically in his lap, eyeing him up and down with a hungry, lascivious expression. She blatantly desired to gobble him up, and she bucked her hips and bore their loins closer together still, torturing him with the press of her pubic mound, almost, almost, almost spreading her pussy open to engulf his pulsing erection as she danced in his lap—almost, but just barely not quite, just barely withholding that last euphoric union.
Naruto stared at her with a ravenous intensity, and he placed his hand on her ass and squeezed it firmly, pressing down to bring her closer, cupping her cheek and angling her head so that their lips drew well-nigh together, opening his mouth by the smallest fraction as he invited her with a sultry breath, as he implored her with a rapacious touch, and as he commanded her with a passionate gaze. Her pussy pressed to his tip, and her nether lips blissfully yielded, ready to swallow up his entire erection. She bucked her hips, scooting herself down, letting his dick dig just a fraction of an inch into her as they began to join—
Bzzzt. Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
On the nightstand, Naruto's phone vibrated. The sound of it quivering against the wood broke through the entrancing, sensual mood, and they started suddenly. Naruto looked to the source of the sound, even as Temari pouted.
"Can't you leave it?"
"No… It could be important."
For a moment, the woman looked disappointed, but then she smiled. Playfully, she reached over to the nightstand, grabbed Naruto's phone, and presented it to him. She pulled back an inch, drawing their sexes apart, but in exchange she resumed the provocative lap dance, kicking her panties off and yanking Naruto's boxers the rest of the way down his legs as he checked to see who was calling. While Temari turned in his lap to sandwich his erection between her buttocks, hotdogging him, Naruto saw a smiling photo of his wife on the phone, along with her name, indicating her as the caller.
He shivered as Temari rocked her hips, rubbing his dick between her ass cheeks, and for a second he debated whether it would be wise to answer while in this compromising position, Temari giving him a lap dance that was, really, just a glorified ass job. But after a moment's deliberation, he tapped the green icon and raised the phone to his ear. He tried to keep any telling tones of pleasure or exertion out of his voice as Temari jerked him off with her lustily twerking rump.
"Hey, honey. What's up?"
Temari was thrilled, hearing Naruto affect an unaffected, affectionate tone. There was something unbelievably arousing about the thought that his wife was on the other end—she had seen who was calling, so even if the way he'd greeted the caller hadn't made it immediately obvious, she still would have known to whom he was talking. Knowing that her lover was talking to his wife while she gave him this obscene lap dance gave Temari a rush like nothing else, and her eyes rolled ecstatically in her sockets. She had to clench her teeth to restrain the pleasurable sigh that wished to escape her mouth, and she fought back the sultry moans and all the sly, cheeky things she might have said to him right then.
Her ass cheeks clapped and buffeted Naruto's dick, which throbbed in her gluteal cleavage, and Temari cupped one of her breasts and played with the nipple, while with her free hand, she somewhat clumsily stroked her pussy as it moved with her swinging, rocking hips. This borderline exhibitionism excited her, this precarious promiscuity turning her on more than almost anything else had ever done. She was even more perverted than she realized, and a part of her wanted to see how far she could push it, to see how obvious she could make it Naruto was getting serviced by her without coming out and screaming for Sakura to hear on the other end of the phone. Her lips twisted devilishly, and she purred and bucked her hips faster and harder, clapping Naruto's cock with her meaty ass cheeks and euphorically fondling her teat.
"Was there something you wanted to talk about? It sounds like you have something on your mind."
Absentmindedly, Naruto reached around with his free hand. As Temari fingered herself and fondled one of her tits, he grabbed the unattended breast, thinking it a shame to leave such a splendidly shameless boob unmolested. He hefted the weighty hill of flesh while he listened to his wife hem and haw, the woman self-consciously circumlocuting and beating around the bush with many a 'well' and 'you see' peppered in to draw it out so she could gather her thoughts and formulate them into a coherent statement. She was going nowhere fast, and it didn't help that she threw in a number of lengthy pauses too. Were it not for the entertainment and stimulation he was getting from Temari as the woman rocked her hips and fondled his dick with her jouncing, jiggling ass, he might have cut in and asked Sakura to get to the point. But he was hesitant to say more than necessary, lest his tone slip and give away the pleasure he was currently in.
His cock throbbed, and he dug his fingers deeper into the yielding flesh of Temari's tits. They were superbly soft, even with the implants, and he worked them appreciatively, desiring, letting Temari feel exactly how much he enjoyed and admired her perfect, massive mammaries. The blonde moaned very faintly as he groped her, just barely too softly for his phone to pick up, and Naruto adjusted the phone against his ear to make sure the receiver was angled away from Temari's lewdly thwapping buttocks. Temari caught his eye, looking at him over her shoulder, biting her lip just a little bit as his dick mightily, intoxicatingly throbbed between her buttocks. She was rubbing her pussy harder, faster, panting and shivering, and the movements of her hips were becoming more spasmodic, Temari was too absorbed in her masturbation to keep up the "dance" for Naruto. He smiled and tweaked her nipple, and Temari stroked deep and shuddered, letting out a slightly pained breath as she came, squirting over the edge of her bed.
"Well, like I said, I've been thinking…" Sakura said on the other end of the phone. "I know you say they're perfect just the way they are, but… would you be okay with it if I got them enhanced? It wouldn't be expensive."
Temari slipped out of Naruto's lap as he let go of her, slinking to the floor, and lowering herself to her knees. Her expression was partly dazed and partly mischievous, and the buxom beauty wore an especially knowing look as she turned. With a sigh, Temari plopped her rack down on Naruto's lap, sandwiching his dick between her breasts. Her fingers pressed into the sides of her tits, and she squeezed the voluminous mountains of meat together, mashing and rolling them around Naruto's pulsing erection. She smiled at him playfully and bowed her head, kissing his tip and giving it a lick, before she started lifting her tits and pushing them down, rubbing them over the length of his rock-hard shaft. Naruto was clenching his teeth as she did this, and he almost moaned in response to her lascivious attention. But somehow he bit it back, and he found the concentration to respond to his wife.
"Well, it's your money, so I don't have a say about the cost anyway. But I suppose I wouldn't mind. If you really wanted to get some work done. You already know what I think about whether you need it, but if you feel like it's that important to you…"
"It is."
Naruto nodded, tensing as he felt Temari rub her tits faster and harder over his dick. She was jerking him off with her rack, and it was all he could do not to betray what was happening below his belt. He shivered, his dick throbbing from the excitement of this risky position. There was something thrilling about the danger, about the possibility of being found out, and that excitement was pushing him quickly to the edge. His balls clenched, and his manhood spasmed.
"Then feel free," he said, the words almost a hiss as he came, shooting his semen all over Temari's face and chest. "If you want a boob job, I won't stop you from getting one."
Temari licked her lips, tasting Naruto's cum, and she sighed, looking at the mess of his ejaculation that had spewed all over her and splattered her breasts. She quivered, pinching her nipples and giving Naruto dreamy, solicitous bedroom eyes. His cock was still erect, still as hard as a rock, and even if he needed a moment before he would be able to go again…
She invited him with a glance, smiling and slinking into her bed alongside him, draping herself over it and tracing her hips.
"You're okay with it?"
"Yeah," Naruto said distractedly. "Do whatever you want, babe."
For a moment, Sakura was quiet on the other end. For some reason, her words sounded awfully heavy when she broke her silence.
"Okay. I will."
She hung up.
Naruto put the phone back, then, and focused his attention wholly on Temari. He felt no more than a vestigial pricking of guilt as he grabbed his mistress and spread her legs.
He didn't hesitate to thrust himself inside this saucy temptress, and he soon forgot all about the call.
Right now, the sex was all that mattered.
