So, here it is the final chapter of this little foursome miniseries, I hope you like this. It's also the second half to the fanart that inspired me to write the Minato foursome.
Sarada was feeling nervous and excited. Tomorrow was gonna be her big day - she was finally becoming the next Hokage of the Hidden Leaf Village. All her hard work and training was paying off.
Her boyfriend Boruto and best friends Chouchou and Sumire told her they had a special celebration planned for the night before. "Don't worry Sarada, we're gonna help you relax and have fun before the big day!" Boruto said with a grin.
That evening, the four of them met at Sarada's place while her mother was out. "Alright you guys, what's this special celebration?" Sarada asked. That's when Chouchou and Sumire pulled out some bottles of sake. "We're getting you good and drunk tonight!" Chouchou laughed.
They passed around the bottles and drank together, telling stories and jokes. Sarada started to feel a nice warm buzz. Soon her nerves faded away as the alcohol took effect.
Boruto grabbed her hand. "There's one more part of the celebration..." he said with a sly smile. He led her into her bedroom. There were rose petals scattered on the bed. Sarada realized what was happening and felt herself getting turned on.
They started making out heavily, hands roaming each other's bodies. Boruto whispered in her ear, "I want you so bad right now."
Boruto crushed his lips against Sarada's as their tongues danced. Sarada gripped his blonde hair and moaned into his mouth. "I want you too," she breathed heavily.
They fumbled with removing each other's clothes in their drunken haze. Boruto pulled Sarada's top over her head and took a moment to admire her bare breasts before taking a hard nipple in his mouth, making her gasp. Hungry for more skin, Sarada pulled Boruto's shirt off and ran her hands all over his toned chest and abs.
Boruto planted kisses down her neck to her collarbone. His fingers hooked in her shorts and panties, pulling them down her long legs in one motion. Sarada kicked them off and went for Boruto's pants next, freeing his already hard length. She stroked him, rubbing the precum over his tip.
Their lips met again passionately as they explored each other fully naked for the first time. Sarada could feel Boruto's erection pressing against her thigh, making her core throb with need. "I'm so wet for you already," she panted against his mouth.
Their passionate kissing grew more fervent as Sarada rubbed herself against Boruto's hard length. "Please, I need you inside me," she begged between breaths.
Just then the bedroom door swung open. "Hey guys, hope we're not interrupting!" Chouchou's voice called out with a laugh.
Sarada and Boruto quickly turned to see Chouchou and Sumire standing there, grinning mischievously. "We came to join the party!" Sumire said with a wink.
"W-what are you doing in here?!" Sarada stuttered, trying to cover her bare breasts with one arm. But it was too late - they'd already seen everything in all its glory.
Boruto smiled slyly. "You know, I don't actually mind an audience..." He grasped Sarada's waist and pulled her close, grinding into her softness. "What do you say we put on a real show for them?"
Sarada's mind was clouded with lust and alcohol. Boruto's taboo proposal had flipped a switch in her. All reason went out the window.
She watched with bated breath as Chouchou and Sumire began disrobing. Chouchou gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it swiftly over her ample chest, releasing her heavy breasts from their fabric prison. Sarada's eyes went straight to Chouchou's plump curves - her soft belly and wide hips that flared out so invitingly.
Sumire's leggings slid down her long, toned legs, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of them daintily while Chouchou finished disrobing.
Chouchou hooked her thumbs into her waistband and wriggled her plump hips, easing her skirt and panties over the generous curves of her backside. As the material slipped lower, her slick folds came into view, already glistening with arousal.
Sarada couldn't look away from Chouchou's bountiful nude form. Her breasts were heavy and tipped with large, dusky nipples. Below, her soft belly and thick thighs were a stark contrast to Sumire's lean figure.
Chouchou caught Sarada staring and smirked. "Like what you see?" she purred again. Without waiting for an answer, she sauntered over and pressed her voluptuous body against Sarada's slender frame.
Sarada gasped at the feel of Chouchou's soft, bare skin moulding to her own. Chouchou's chest smothered Sarada's smaller breasts as their lips met in a searing kiss. Sarada's hands roamed Chouchou's generous curves, eliciting little moans.
Chouchou moaned into Sarada's mouth. But then a third pair of hands joined in, giving her backside an extra firm grope.
"Damn Chouchou, you're so soft," Boruto chuckled, withdrawing his hand so Sumire could step closer. She slid up beside Sarada, gazing up through long lashes with a sultry smile.
Chouchou broke the kiss, grinning between heavy breaths. "You better share," she told Boruto pointedly. She turned in his grasp, pressing her bountiful chest against his bare one while capturing his lips.
Sumire took the opportunity to turn Sarada's face gently and kiss her sweetly. "We're all here for you, Sarada," she whispered against her swollen mouth. Her hand drifted down Sarada's toned stomach to the apex of her thighs, finding her slick and aching.
Sarada gasped into Sumire's kiss, grinding wantonly into her touch. "Please," she breathed, needing release.
Beside them, Chouchou shoved Boruto down with a playful growl, pinning his wrists above his head. "My turn first, pretty boy," she teased, laving her plump chest against his.
Boruto smirked up at her lustfully. "By all means," he offered, already rock hard.
Chouchou kissed down Boruto's toned torso, pausing to tease each nipple with her tongue. When she reached his thick length, she laved it with broad strokes, coating him fully in her saliva.
Boruto groaned above her, eyes fluttering as he watched Sumire between Sarada's thighs. "F-fuck, your mouth feels amazing," he panted.
Chouchou hummed in response, sending delicious vibrations through him. She wrapped her plush lips around his tip, sucking hard as she took him deeper. Her hand pumped what she couldn't fit, slurping noisily.
Meanwhile, Sumire circled Sarada's sensitive clit with practised precision, slipping two fingers inside her pulsing heat. "You're so wet and tight," she cooed, scissoring her digits.
Sarada cried out, grinding down wantonly on Sumire's hand. The dual sensations of Chouchou's perfect blowjob and Sumire's skilled ministrations had Boruto and Sarada teetering on the edge. She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She rode Sumire's hand through her climax, inner walls clenching tightly.
Next to them, Chouchou took Boruto's length as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks to create the most suction. She fondled his balls with one hand while bobbing vigorously on his cock.
"F-fuck, Chouchou!" Boruto exclaimed, the visual of Sarada's release heightening his senses. The way Chouchou swallowed around him like he was the best meal she'd ever had, had him hovering at the brink.
Chouchou knew her plump lips and skills were too good to pull off early. She maintained her punishing pace, gazing up at Boruto through her lashes. Her hand left his sack to join her mouth, pumping what she couldn't fit.
Chouchou's plush lips and skilled hand worked Boruto over with determined vigor. The visual of her pretty mouth stretched wide around his cock had him dangling off the edge.
When she curled her fingers just so around his pulsing length, Boruto lost all control. "F-fuck, I'm gonna come," he grunted, fingers tangling in her hair to hold her in place.
Chouchou simply hummed and doubled her efforts, taking him as deep as possible. With a guttural groan, Boruto spilled down her eager throat. He throbbed through each shot of release, shuddering at the intense pleasure.
Once he was fully spent, Chouchou leaned back with a satisfied smack of her lips. "You taste good enough to eat," she teased, licking residual drops of seed from her plush mouth.
Boruto dragged in deep breaths, coming down from his high. His eyes scanned hungrily over Sarada and Sumire's post-climax embraces. An idea sparked in his lust-addled mind. He beckoned Sarada over, helping manoeuvre her back against his chest. Her legs fell open naturally, exposing her still-glistening folds.
"I think it's Chouchou's turn to eat," Boruto declared, voice gravelly with want. He grasped Sarada's thighs, spreading her further to put on the most tantalizing display.
Sarada squirmed under the attention, already growing aroused again. Chouchou licked her lips in anticipation, crawling between Sarada's open legs.
Chouchou swirled her tongue through Sarada's folds, savouring the mingled flavours of her arousal and Sumire's lingering essence. She lapped eagerly, collecting every drop onto her taste buds. Sarada cried out, grinding shamelessly down on Chouchou's face. The plump girl's skilled mouth had her climbing fast. "Yes, right there!" she urged between gasps.
Chouchou hummed in reply, the vibrations sending fresh sparks through Sarada. She flicked her clit insistently while sinking two fingers into her pulsing heat. Above, Boruto squeezed Sarada's tits and nibbled her neck hungrily. "You look so fucking hot like this," he growled in her ear.
Sarada bounced eagerly in Boruto's lap, riding Chouchou's talented mouth. She was so close, pleasure coiling tight within.
Sumire watched the erotic display with half-lidded eyes, fingers sliding lazily over her own swollen clit. The carnal scene had her aching for touch once more. She crawled over, pressing soft kisses along Sarada and Boruto's necks. "You both look so good like this," she sighed, nipping along their jaws.
Chouchou's hand found Boruto's renewed hardness, giving him a few gentle pumps. His groan spurred her on. She flicked her thumb over his glistening tip, gathering the bead of precum onto her finger. Sumire turned to Sarada, kissing her deeply while sliding the slick digit between her folds. The dual stimulation sent Sarada over the edge with a shout.
Chouchou greedily lapped up Sarada's fresh climax, not wasting a single drop. Her plump breasts heaved as she savoured the taste, already eager for more. Sarada trembled through the aftershocks, slumping back against Boruto's chest in a sated daze. Sumire continued stroking him slowly, twisting her wrist in a way that had precome bubbling from his tip.
"Look at you, already so hard again," Sumire teased, swiping her thumb through the pearl of fluid. She offered it to Sarada, who obediently cleaned it with a kitten lick of her tongue.
Boruto was delirious with need, fucking eagerly up into Sumire's skilled grip. "Please, make me come," he pleaded.
Chouchou flashed a wicked grin. "I've got a better idea," she purred, taking Boruto's slick cock in hand. She angled him so his tip nudged Sarada's dripping entrance.
Sarada gasped, realizing Chouchou's plan. She was too turned on to protest though, and sunk down willingly, taking Boruto to the hilt.
"Oh fuck, so tight," Boruto groaned, filling her perfectly. He gripped Sarada's hips, keeping her impaled as he started thrusting greedily.
Chouchou watched Boruto and Sarada fuck with hungry eyes, circling her engorged clit eagerly.
Sumire slid up beside her, slipping two fingers straight into Chouchou's dripping heat without warning. The plump girl gasped in surprise, clenching around the intrusion. Sumire began pumping her fingers, eyes fixed on where Boruto's cock speared in and out of Sarada's pussy. "You're not the only one who's greedy," she teased Chouchou.
Chouchou smirked, noticing Sumire's hungry gaze. "See something you want?" she taunted, reaching down to rub Sumire's aching clit in return.
Sumire shuddered at the contact, arousal spiking higher. "I want to join," she confessed in a needy whine. She withdrew her fingers, offering them to Chouchou.
The plump girl sucked them clean greedily before replying. "Be my guest. I'm sure Sarada wouldn't mind another guest."
Sumire needed no further invitation. She crawled between Sarada and Boruto, leaning in to lavish attention on Sarada's swollen clit as Boruto fucked her. Sarada cried out at the new sensation, already spiralling towards another peak. "Oh fuck, don't stop!"
Boruto panted, hips snapping feverishly. "You girls are insatiable," he grunted.
Sumire simply hummed in response, the vibration sending fresh sparks through Sarada. She licked and sucked around where Boruto's cock plunged in and out, collecting their combined juices.
Chouchou watched eagerly as she fingered herself, rubbing tight circles around her engorged clit.
Sarada's walls clenched exquisitely around Boruto's cock as her climax crashed through her. Sumire continued licking and sucking, prolonging Sarada's peak.
With a guttural groan, Boruto came thickly, filling Sarada to overflowing. Sumire greedily lapped up every drop of their combined juices, savouring the heady flavours.
Chouchou whimpered and moaned as she watched Boruto empty himself into Sarada. Sumire's hungry slurping only heightened her arousal. She trembled on the verge of orgasm, fucking herself hard and fast. Sarada collapsed back in a sated heap, already dozing as her peak ebbed.
Sumire leaned back with a satisfied sigh, licking the last traces of their mingled essences from her lips and chin.
"Delicious," she purred, locking eyes with Chouchou meaningfully. Her gaze flickered down to Sarada's freshly-fucked folds, still glistening and swollen in the moonlight.
Before Sarada could catch her breath, Chouchou was diving between her thighs. She swiped her tongue through Sarada's arousal-slick folds without warning, greedily lapping up every drop. Sarada gasped in surprise as Chouchou's tongue delved between her folds without warning. The plump girl lapped hungrily, collecting Sarada's lingering arousal and trace of Boruto's spend.
Sumire moved to straddle Sarada's face, lowering her slick heat directly onto the Uchiha's waiting mouth. Sarada moaned at the first musky taste of Sumire's desire, flicking her tongue out eagerly to collect more.
Chouchou redoubled her efforts, circling Sarada's engorged clit with quick laps. Sarada writhed beneath them, muffled sounds of pleasure escaping around Sumire's thighs.
Boruto watched the erotic display with hungry eyes, stroking his renewed stiffness leisurely. "Fuck that's hot," he grunted.
Chouchou glanced back at him over her shoulder, a wicked grin curving her lips. "Come join if you're so eager," she invited.
Chouchou lapped greedily at Sarada's dripping core, collecting her fresh arousal on her tongue. Sarada moaned and whimpered into Sumire's heat, eagerly licking up her essence.
Boruto watched the erotic scene play out before him, cock throbbing in his tight grip. When Chouchou glanced back invitingly, a wicked grin split his face.
"You asked for it," he said, striding over on eager legs. He lined the head of his cock up with Chouchou's dripping entrance, still glistening from her own release.
Without warning, Boruto snapped his hips forward, plunging balls deep into Chouchou's tight snatch. She cried out around Sarada's clit at the sudden penetration.
Sarada and Chouchou eagerly doubled their efforts at the new stimulation, licking and sucking with abandon. Boruto set a punishing pace, hips snapping sharply to meet each of Chouchou's ample cheeks with a wet slap. There was something irresistibly carnal about the give of her plump ass beneath his thrusts.
"Fuck, your ass feels amazing," he grunted, hands gripping her wide hips bruisingly. He pounded into her greedy cunt with ferocity.
Chouchou moaned loudly as Boruto's thick cock pounded mercilessly into her greedy snatch. The rumbling vibrations through her chest caused Sarada to writhe and whimper into her task.
Sumire swivelled her hips eagerly, grinding her dripping folds over Sarada's eager mouth. "That's it, eat me out good, please Sarada," she urged roughly.
Sarada moaned around Sumire's flesh, tongue working overtime on her swollen clit. She could feel her own peak approaching swiftly once more.
Boruto pistoned his cock into Chouchou's greedy snatch with brutal force, hips slapping loudly against her plush ass.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he grunted roughly, fingers digging bruisingly into her wide hips. Chouchou clenched around him eagerly, urging her peak closer.
Sarada sucked eagerly on Sumire's engorged clit, flicking her tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub. Sumire cried out, grinding down on Sarada's mouth as her climax crashed through her. Sumire cried out, grinding her dripping cunt down onto Sarada's upturned face as intense pleasure overwhelmed her. She flooded Sarada's waiting tongue with her essence, the Uchiha greedily lapping up every drop of her spend.
Sarada moaned deeply at the heady taste, the added vibrations pushing her own climax right over the edge. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around Chouchou's still-working tongue.
With a guttural groan, Boruto thrust deep once more and stilled, hot jets of cum pulsing into Chouchou's gripping cunt. Her muffled screams of ecstasy carried Sarada over with her.
They collapsed in a sweat-soaked heap, chests heaving as the aftershocks rippled through overstimulated nerves. Boruto panted heavily above Chouchou, spent cock still pulsing the last of his load within her convulsing cunt.
Sumire collapsed beside Sarada with a sated sigh, limbs like jelly. Chouchou let out a low groan, Boruto's softening length finally slipping free of her clutching folds with an obscene squelch.
"Fuck, that was intense," she grunted, limbs like lead. Sarada hummed in agreement, coming down from her own dizzying high.
Boruto rolled onto his back with a groan, cock already stiffening once more despite recent exertions. He gripped its base firmly, giving it an experimental pump.
"Just a few minutes and I'll be good to go again," he promised roughly.
Beside him, Chouchou pulled Sarada into a searing kiss, all tongue and clashing teeth. Sumire's gaze flickered hungrily to Boruto's thickening length.
"Need a mouth to use in the meantime?" she purred, crawling between his spread thighs uninvited. Before he could respond, her hot mouth engulfed the head, sucking sharply.
Boruto hissed in pleasure as Sumire's wet heat engulfed him, hips bucking instinctively into her eager sucking.
Beside them, Chouchou pulled Sarada into a searing kiss before flipping them over. "Eat me out," she demanded roughly against Sarada's lips.
The Uchiha grinned wickedly, settling between Chouchou's thick thighs. Her tongue delved into dripping folds without hesitation. Chouchou groaned, grinding up to meet each stroke.
Sumire took Boruto's length deep into her throat, hollowing her cheeks to take him in to the hilt. She swallowed around the head, eliciting a guttural groan from him. Pulling back, she ran her tongue along his throbbing veins, lapping up the beads of pre-spend gathered at his flushed tip. Her violet eyes locked with his as she took him back between swollen lips.
"Fuck yeah, just like that," Boruto grunted above her, fisting a handful of her hair to direct her bobs.
Beside them, Sarada's tongue delved expertly between Chouchou's folds, lapping up her arousal. The plump girl moaned and writhed, grinding her dripping cunt down to meet each stroke.
Sarada massaged Chouchou's ample breasts eagerly, pinching her hardening nipples between rough fingers. Their mingled moans spurred their partners closer to release.
Sumire took Boruto deep once more, only to gasp when he suddenly flipped them over, caging her lithe body beneath his muscular frame.
"My turn to take charge," Boruto growled roughly against Sumire's lips, grinding his stiff length against her heaving belly.
Sumire whimpered and rolled her hips up eagerly, meeting each teasing thrust of his cock against her sensitive flesh. "Please, I need you inside me," she begged shamelessly.
Boruto gripped the base of his cock, aligning the flushed head with her dripping entrance. "You want this cock, baby?" he taunted, just barely breaching her tight hole.
Sumire keened and gripped his muscular ass, trying to pull him fully sheathed. "Yes! Fuck me hard already," she demanded impatiently.
Boruto snapped his hips forward abruptly, bottoming out in one hard thrust within Sumire's tight sheath. Sumire cried out loudly at the sudden, deep penetration. Her walls clamped down hard on the welcome intrusion as she panted, adjusting to his generous girth stretching her so fully.
"Fuck, you're so big," she whimpered, fingers digging into his muscular ass. Boruto stilled, allowing her time to adjust to his size.
Beside them, Sarada curled two fingers into Chouchou's dripping hole while her tongue worked magic on the plump girl's clit. Chouchou cried out at the double penetration.
After a moment adjusting to his girth, Sumire rolled her hips tentatively against Boruto's. The light friction drew a needy whimper from her lips.
"Please, move," she begged breathlessly, fingers digging into his muscular ass in encouragement.
Boruto grinned wickedly down at her before slowly withdrawing his cock almost completely from her clinging sheath. He paused, savouring her whimper of loss, before snapping his hips forward to bottom out once more.
Sumire cried out sharply as Boruto's thick cock bottomed out once more, the sudden pounding hitting exactly where she needed it most.
"Fuck, yes! Right there, don't stop," she moaned loudly, urging him to keep the same punishing rhythm. She loved how his generous length was able to reach spots within her that had never been touched so thoroughly before.
Each slap of their connecting skin echoed through the small clearing. Boruto grinned down at her blissed out expression, loving how her tight cunt clenched so snugly around his invading cock.
Beside the coupling pair, Chouchou cried out loudly as her climax crashed through her. Her back bowed off the ground as her release gushed from her pulsing cunt lips.
Sarada lapped eagerly at the sweet nectar, determined to savour every last drop. As she came down from her high, Chouchou reached beneath Sarada's quivering form. Her thick fingers found Sarada's tight pucker, circling the rim tauntingly. "You're always so greedy, Sarada. Let me take care of your other hungry hole," Chouchou purred roughly.
Without waiting for a reply, Chouchou breached Sarada's tight entrance with one thick finger. Sarada keened loudly and ground her hips back onto the welcomed intrusion. Chouchou then replaced her finger with her greedy tongue, lapping at Sarada's dripping cunt eagerly. She was determined to bring the Uchiha crashing over the edge once more.
Their renewed cries of passion spurred Boruto and Sumire ever closer to climax. Sumire was paralysed with pleasure, overwhelmed by each rhythmic thrust of Boruto's generous cock into her deepest spots. Sumire was a quivering mess, perfectly content to let Boruto use her dripping cunt however he pleased. Ecstasy coursed through her as his thick length pistoned mercilessly into her deepest spots.
"You like that, don't you?" Boruto grunted above her, grinning down at her blissed out expression. He loved how her tight folds gripped and milked his cock so snugly with each rough thrust.
"Y-Yes! Fuck me, I'm your fuckhole," Sumire whimpered shamelessly, grinding her soaked cunt up to meet Boruto's punishing thrusts.
She could feel another powerful peak building quickly within her flooded core, throbbing with each slap of their skin. His thick cock was pistoning relentlessly into that sweet spot deep inside her.
"You gonna cum for me again, slut? Gonna coat my cock with your juices?" Boruto growled roughly above her.
Sumire could only nod frantically, beyond coherent thought as ecstasy overwhelmed her senses. "Please, I'm so close! Don't stop fucking me," she begged.
Feeling Sumire's cunt start to convulse around him, Boruto redoubled his efforts, driving his cock as deep as it could go into her quivering folds with each rough thrust.
Sumire's screams grew louder, gibberish pleas and curses falling from her lips as her peak rapidly approached. A few more punishing strokes into her g-spot and she was tossed over the edge. Her back arched sharply off the ground as her climax ripped through her.
Sumire came screaming, inner walls clamping down on Boruto's pistoning length in a vice grip. Her juiced flooded out, coating his shaft and balls as she pulsed all around him. Boruto grit his teeth, hanging on by a thread at the incredible sensation of her orgasm milking his cock.
With a few more deep, grinding strokes Boruto lost all control, spilling thick spurts of hot cum into Sumire's still-pulsing cunt with a guttural groan. His cock throbbed violently as he emptied every last drop of his load into her flooded core. Spent and blissed out, Boruto collapsed heavily onto Sumire's quivering form.
They laid together, sweat-slick skin sticking as they both struggled to catch their breath. Sumire tenderly ran her fingers through Boruto's hair, still feeling the echoes of her powerful orgasm within her satiated folds.
As they came back to themselves, Sumire pressed a sloppy kiss to Boruto's mouth, tasting herself on his lips. "Thank you for fucking me so good," she whispered, nipping at his chin.
Boruto huffed a laugh as he rolled off Sumire's aching body. "Thanks for being such a good obedient fucktoy," he teased, groping her tender breasts.
Sumire sighed contentedly, always getting sentimental after sex. Boruto soothed her with gentle kisses and caresses across her sweaty skin until she relaxed under his touch.
Beside the spent couple, Sarada was still coming apart under Chouchou's skilled ministrations. Sarada's hands twisted tightly in Chouchou's thick auburn locks, yanking roughly as another peak thundered through her quivering folds.
"Fuck, don't stop! Right there, don't stop licking me," Sarada cried out loudly, uncaring if her desperate pleas carried through the forest.
Chouchou grinned against Sarada's soaked cunt, doubling her efforts in response to the Uchiha's pleasured cries. Her tongue delved as deep as possible into Sarada's quivering folds, lapping up every drop of her tangy release. Sarada was a dripping mess above her, juice flooding out in copious amounts onto Chouchou's eagerly lapping mouth and chin.
Sarada was a quivering mess of pleasure, hovering on the brink of another peak thanks to Chouchou's skilled tongue work. Her knees squeezed tightly around Chouchou's head as another climax began to build within her pulsing cunt. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum again. Don't you dare stop," Sarada growled down at her partner.
Chouchou only smirked and doubled her efforts, sucking Sarada's engorged clit between her lips as two thick fingers plunged deeply into the Uchiha's dripping hole. Sarada threw her head back with a wordless scream as sensation overwhelmed her. Her walls clenched violently around Chouchou's invading fingers as the orgasm crashed through her in intense waves.
As Sarada's powerful climax subsided, her juices gushed freely from her pulsing cunt, coating Chouchou's hand and chin. The Akimichi lapped it all up eagerly, determined not to waste a single drop of the Uchiha's sweet nectar. Only when Sarada collapsed fully sated did she withdraw her fingers.
Sarada's limbs felt like jelly as she slumped down exhausted next to Sumire's limp form. She curled into the lithe girl's side, seeking comfort in the afterglow. Chouchou happily spooned up behind Sarada, arm wrapping possessively around her waist. She nuzzled the back of Sarada's neck, pressing kisses to the sweaty skin.
"You taste so good, babe. I could eat your pussy for hours," Chouchou murmured huskily in Sarada's ear, nibbling the lobe.
Her large hand cupped one of Sarada's still-sensitive breasts, thumb teasing and rolling the pebbled nipple between finger and thumb. Sarada sighed tiredly but pushed her chest into the touch.
Sumire had already dozed off, exhausted from her and Boruto's enthusiastic coupling. The blond had also drifted to sleep, curled around the small girl protectively.
Sarada was drained, but Chouchou's skilled touch kept her hovering on the edge of arousal once more. She ground her ass back against Chouchou's curvy form with a soft moan.
Chouchou grinned, hand trailing lower to tease Sarada's sensitive folds. "Maybe just a little more fun before sleep..."
But Sarada was too blissed out, finally surrendering to slumber with Chouchou and their friends surrounding her warmly. They all slept peacefully under the stars, spent but sated for now.
I really hope you enjoyed, because writing these foursomes is much more exhausting than writing a scene just about two characters.
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