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The dim lights in the office flicker as Mabui lightly presses down on her office bind, peeking through the small gap.
The rest of the employees had already left for the day, leaving only the faint hum of computers.
She released her grip on the bindings and made her way back to her desk. Sakura, her boss's wife, spoke through Mabui's earphones. It has been happening more frequently lately, a familiar occurrence.
Another apology came through the earphone, explaining yet another late emergency at the hospital that had prevented Sakura from joining her husband for their planned dinner date at the restaurant.
Mabui had long lost count how many times this had happened,but she found herself strangely comforted by the pattern.
"I'm so sorry, I know you organized everything for tonight." Sakura's voice echoed apologetically.
The dark skinned woman sat back in her plush chair, her head tilting back to rest against the soft leather.
Her fingers traced the edges of her earphones as she listened to Sakura's , now apologizing for the umpteenth time. Mabui only sighed in response, a soft chuckle escaping from her lips.
"It's alright, Sakura." she reassured, a smile on her face.
It is in fact more than alright, Mabui thought.
Truth to be told, the moment Naruto, her boss, had asked her to make a reservation at his wife's preferred restaurant, she was almost certain Sakura wouldn't be able to make it.
She knew Sakura was a busy woman, a respected surgeon at the city's most prominent hospital. Oftentimes, her work demanded her attention well into the night, forcing her to cancel many such planned outings.
And Mabui wouldn't say it out loud, but she found herself appreciating each of those absences, even finding herself wishing for Sakura to be unable to make it more than once.
"Are you sure?" The pink haired woman asks hesitantly, her tone obviously remorseful.
"Absolutely," Mabui answered, pressing a comforting tone into her words. "You're needed at the hospital, and I'm sure Naruto understands as well."
There was a silence on the other end of the line as Sakura seemed to contemplate her words.
Mabui took advantage of the break in conversation, leaning down towards one of the desk's drawers and pulling a pair of black heels from within.
Her smile deepened, as she glanced to the side at the equally dark off-shoulder dress that was laid out across the sofa next to the desk.
"...Thank you, Mabui." Sakura spoke through the earbuds, Mabui now in the process of unzipping the dress she had worn for the workday and stepping out of it, leaving in nothing but a lacey dark matching bra and thong set.
Walking the short distance from her desk to the sofa, her hands slowly move to unclip the front of her bra, her heavy breasts spilling free as she reaches for the off-shoulder dress.
She slipped into it with ease, feeling the smooth fabric settle against her skin. A low-cut neckline revealing her ample cleavage, while the dress itself clung to her curves.
"Anytime, Sakura." Mabui responded absentedly, her attention instead focused on the image her reflection in her office's mirror was showing.
The dress fell perfectly along her body, complementing her voluptuous figure with each movement. Bending over,she slightly tugged on her outfit, revealing just a bit more cleavage, exposing the curves of her soft dark breasts,an area in which Sakura was clearly... lacking.
"Have you contacted Naruto yet?" The secretary asked, standing upright again, her attention turned to the stilettos she had brought out. She stepped into them, adjusting her heels as she rose up from the floor.
"Yes." Sakura answered, her tone laced with guilt, "He was a bit disappointed of course, but like you said, he understood."
Mabui heard Sakura let out another, deeper sigh. "Sometimes, I feel like I'm not good enough for him..."
The black haired woman couldn't help the smirk that formed on her glossed lips at that statement.
Because you aren't, was her immediate response.
Out loud though, all that left her mouth was a lie.
"Nonsense," she called out, "You're an amazing woman, Sakura. Any man would be lucky to have you." The words dripped with false sincerity, Mabui feeling absolutely no remorse.
"Do you really think that a man who has waited for you for years, who has stood by your side through thick and thin, would think any less of you simply because you have a demanding career?"
Another silence stretches between them, but Mabui doesn't mind. She takes her time selecting a pair of earrings from her jewelry box, a set of elegant yet discreet diamond rings carefully affixed on each earlobe as Sakura's quiet hum echoed through the silence.
"I... I guess you're right, Mabui…" The doctor finally answered.
"Of course, I am," Mabui responded confidently while admiring herself in the mirror. Her hair was pulled up into an elegant chignon that highlighted her high cheekbones and the shine of the diamond earrings. She smiled as her eyes traced down to the swell of her breasts and the fit of the dress on her hips.
"Naruto is a lucky man and he knows that." She added with a sinful grin, her voice dripping with deceptive sweetness.
She knew without seeing her face that Sakura was beaming with gratitude at her comment. And it only made her own smirk widen in satisfaction.
Did she regret taking advantage of Naruto's emotional vulnerability in Sakura's frequent absences to seduce him?
Not in the slightest.
Did she feel a pang of guilt for the way she lied to Sakura, acting the part of the supportive friend while planning to spend another night in her husband's arms?
Not at all.
Having Sakura's trust, becoming one of her closest confidants, having her feel comfortable enough around her that she would openly discuss her personal matters and how it would sometimes affect her relationship with her husband was truly a blessing.
The more Sakura told her about their relationship,the more information Mabui could use to her advantage.
Every fight, every argument, every misunderstanding was a weapon in her arsenal.
She knows Sakura's weaknesses, her insecurities.
She also knows Naruto's deepest desire, the things he wished Sakura would do but she never did…
And Mabui played on them, every chance she got.
Whenever Naruto showed up to her office with a frown on his face and a certain tension in his shoulders, she knew it was time. Time to envelop him in her allure, shower him with the attention he craved, soothe his insecurities with gentle words and intimate touches.
She cared for him in the ways Sakura failed to, slowly crawling her way into Naruto's heart, filling the void left by his wife's constant absence.
She played the role of a concerned friend masterfully, painting herself as an empathetic listener, a supportive companion. She never missed an opportunity to remind Naruto of her presence, of her willingness to step in whenever Sakura wasn't around.
And when she saw that he was beginning to be swayed, when his eyes held a spark of something more than platonic friendship, she made her moves.
A hand gently placed on his shoulder,a lingering touch that seemed innocent, but the intent was anything but.
At that time there were no more hiding it.
He knew what she was doing, she made sure of it.
Yet, he had not stopped her.
Not when she had leaned into him, their breath mingling with a shared warmth, not when her fingers had traced bold patterns down his arm.
There was resistance, yes.
A fluttering hesitation in his eyes, but she did not let him dwell on it.
She had pressed her plump lips against his, and Naruto had gasped in surprise.
She could feel how stiff he went at the sudden contact, and for a moment, she had feared he might pull away.
But as she deepened the kiss, allowing her tongue to explore the expanse of his mouth, she felt him relent.
His hands, which had been at his sides, rose hesitantly to her back, pulling her closer against him. His lips moved with hers in a rhythm that mirrored her own – slow and measured – and she took it as a sign that he was starting to give into her advances.
The kiss was slow, intoxicating, one she would never forget; a memory she'd keep hidden under the facade of her steady smiles and friendly talks with Sakura.
Sharing Naruto's bed was a…wild experience.
So much pent up frustration, so many repressed feelings were poured into every touch, every kiss, and Mabui found herself craving for more.
Everything Sakura had failed to give him, Mabui gave tenfold.
Naruto, despite his polite and friendly exterior, was an adventurous lover… an incredibly dominant, demanding man when it came to sex.
And she absolutely loved it.
The way he would grab her, pin her down beneath him, his blue eyes darkened with lust... the way he would thrust his girthy length inside of her, again and again, drawing pleasured gasps from her lips with each powerful stroke... it was a kind of ecstasy she had never known before.
That night, Mabui played the role of the submissive lover, letting Naruto take control and explore every inch of her body.
She did not resist.
She enticed him.
She wanted him to take out all his pent-up frustrations on her.
Wanted to be the woman he needed, the woman Sakura failed to be.
Every grunt. Every moan that escaped from her lips, his name followed suit.
They made love throughout the night.
Over and over, as though in a craze.
That was the day their affair began.
Every missed date with Sakura, every extra hour she spent at the hospital leaving her husband alone, Mabui seized the moment, made him hers all over again. She trailed kisses down his body, whispered sweet nothings into his ear.
She made sure to be everything Sakura wasn't and more - attentive, passionate, submissive yet fiery.
Missed late-night dinners turned into clandestine meetings, secret rendezvous in hotel rooms, in her office or his.
Each time he stretched her, spearing his cock within her, again and again,his love for his wife slowly faded with each thrust.
Each time he painted her dark brown skin white with his cum, his love for her grew.
"…Mabui?" Sakura's voice in her earphone cut through the fog of the memory, bringing her back to the present.
She blinked, shaking herself out of her reverie, a damp spot gathering between her legs and staining her thong.
She bit her lips, still throbbing with arousal from the memory.
"Hmm? Sorry, what was that?"
She took in a deep breath, trying to clear the haze that had covered her mind.
"Thank you Mabui." Sakura started again, a smile on her face that Mabui knew the pinkette was projecting over the call, "I don't know what I would do without you. You always know exactly what to say."
"Again, anytime Sakura. And don't you worry, I'm sure next time everything will go smoothly."
Did she not have an emergency at the hospital or something?
Mabui couldn't bring herself to care about the conversation anymore, not when her panties were drenched at the thought of the things she will soon do with Sakura's husband.
"Hopefully so... Oh, I got to go. Ino is calling for me. Thank you again, Mabui and maybe we could catch up some other time? You could tell me about that mysterious boyfriend of yours?"
Mabui chuckled, a knowing smile on her lips.
Poor girl... She had not realized even after a year, that her supposed 'mysterious' boyfriend was none other than the very same husband who she had abandoned...again.
"Definitely. Have a good night Sakura, take care." The dark-skinned woman replied, as she pressed the end call button.
Finally.
No more interruptions.
Mabui sauntered out of her office, the sound of her stilettos clicking on the tiled hallway echoing as she made her way to the room located adjacent to her office.
She reached her destination, a knowing smirk on her face.
The door was slightly open, and she could see a glimpse of the young man inside. He wore a sharp black three-piece suit and sat on his desk with a sad expression on his attractive face. His attention was focused on spinning his wedding band around his finger without much thought.
Her boss.
Sakura's husband.
Mabui's lover.
Naruto.
She knocked softly, rapping a knuckle twice against the frame of the door, drawing his attention.
His head shot up, his gaze catching her own, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of surprise in those blue eyes.
And Mabui can't quite fight off a satisfied smirk that takes over her lips as she sees the surprise fade into unmistakable lust as she pushes the door open.
She enters the room and closes the door behind her, her steps quiet as she creeps towards him. She notices his eyes following her every move - specifically her cleavage - and a mischievous smile spreads across her face.
She was the seductress who led him astray,the forbidden fruit that he could not resist.
That one woman who outruled his wife, who made him breached his wedding vows and shattered his fidelity.
The very woman who knew how to push all his buttons without any remorse.
None at all.
She slowly walked around his desk, her long nails grazing over the polished surface as she watched him swallow hard.
He tried to avert his gaze, but Mabui knew better.
When she came into full view, she noticed how his knuckles turned white from gripping onto the armrests of his chair too tightly.
Mabui smirked as the chair turned towards her, Naruto's eyes never leaving hers.
She stood before him, looking down as she traced a manicured nail along the lapel of his well-tailored suit.
Slowly, she leaned forward, planting her hands on the arms of his chair, caging him in with her body. A coy smile played on her lips as she noticed how his breath hitched at the proximity,his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Despite the many times they had already laid with each other, Mabui took pride in knowing she could still invoke such reactions from him.
It was difficult for her to pinpoint exactly what it was about this situation that excited her, whether it was the fact that a woman of her age could still take his breath away with just her presence, or if it was the guilt she could sense in his eyes every time he looked at her curvaceous body. Or perhaps it was the thrill of having someone who belonged to another completely under her spell...
Whatever the reason was, she loved it.
The surrendering in his eyes, the unspoken acceptance of his infidelity that reflected on his face and the way his body responded- even against his will- the bulge forming in his pants growing bigger and bigger the longer their eyes held.
She let her tongue darted out, licking her lips, the wetness of her lower lips staining her thong again, her entire core now soaked.
With careful movements, she lowered herself onto his leather chair, straddling him and positioning her body over his lap. Her large breasts right in front of his eyes as his breath hitched at her actions.
Her hand slither around the nape of his neck,pulling his face until they are inches apart. Their heavy breaths mixed, their heated eyes focusing solely on each other.
"Sakura won't be able to make it..." Mabui told him, her breath mingling with his.
Naruto simply swallowed, a conflicting look in his eyes. Guilty for being unfaithful, disappointed at his wife yet excited at the prospect of sharing the night with the woman atop of his body.
"...But you already know that, don't you?" she stated, a sly smile on her face. She did not miss the way his eyes shifted to her cleavage, barely contained by the dark dress that had slipped down slightly, revealing the curve of her breasts.
She grinded down against him, slowly and gently, earning a low groan from him.
Her perfectly shaped nail traced the edge of his jaw as she tilted his head upwards, his lust filled eyes locking with hers once again.
Her smile only widened as his hands began moving upwards towards her hips, seemingly hesitant to move forward.
So innocent, so uncertain...
She was used to this game of theirs by now.
At first, the younger man always try his hardest to resist his more...carnal and impure urges, holding back to the best of his ability.
"Mabui.." He said hoarsely, his voice a low growl as his hand tightened its grip on her waist.
Yet, he didn't budge.
Yet.
She slowly, ever so gently,began rocking her drenched covered center over his already straining hard-on, a soft hissing leaving her plump lips at the friction. Her damp heat rubbing over his growing bulge over the fabric of their clothes.
She gave another small roll, arching her back sensually as she pushed herself down on his cock and heard him sucked in a breath.
"It's such a shame."
Her grip on his nape tightened, bringing his face closer to hers. His blue eyes were darkened, gazing at her as if his entire being was fixated only on the beautiful woman in his lap.
She could feel him pulsating, growing hard at their closeness, the heat emanating from his cock apparent under her clothed ass.
"Tell me ..." Her smile never falters as her lips ghost his own. "Were you really disappointed when Sakura couldn't come tonight?"
He swallowed once again, and even if the answer was right in front of his very face, the silver haired secretary enjoyed teasing and leading him astray.
"Tell me." She demanded, her chest heaving in slow, calming breaths.
For the first time, he averted his gaze from her, unable to meet the knowing look on her face.
He kept his silence, jaw clenched shut, obviously hesitant to respond, conflicted and ashamed.
Still, she can feel the effect her close proximity had on him as her hips kept teasing his engorged member.
His nostrils were flaring, hands twitching and finally tightening their hold on her ass, pressing her down against his crotch.
Oh, the effect she had on him.
"..you already know the answer to that," he finally grunted out, and Mabui's gaze glinted mischievously.
"Oh, I think I might..." She purred, rolling her hips against the large tent on his pants, as her free hand slightly tugged at the side of her dress, causing one of her full brown breasts to escape from her garment, bouncing free.
Mabui grinned, taking pleasure in the way his breath hitched,his eyes immediately snapping from her gaze to the perky brown nipple on display in front of him.
She chuckled, loving the way his eyes remained fixated on the dark mound,his jaw clenching with an eagerness that was unavoidable, so desperate to have a taste of her, despite the many times they have done this.
"...but I would much rather hear it from you."
She rolled her hips slowly, drawing a guttural growl from him as her hot pussy slid against the strain of his cock.
The sound elicited a hum of her satisfaction.
His nails dug into the soft,round flesh of her buttocks,pulling her down hard on his hips as he thrust upwards, a long growl reverberating through the confines of the room.
And her arousal burned through her.
This was always how they started: a subtle tease of words and movements, both trying to remain calm despite the overflowing desire that threatened to spill over.
Until one of them finally caves in.
Mabui could sense that they were getting closer and closer to that moment.
The sounds he was making, the way he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her breasts. It all told her exactly where his mind was, and how bad he wanted her.
"Say it." She whispered again, her body twisting and turning, rubbing and gyrating above his crotch. Her skin is growing hotter with the thought of what is about to happen.
He held onto her tighter, guiding her movements and deepening the feeling.
"I wasn't... disappointed... "
"Mmmm-hmm," Mabui purred in satisfaction, her smirk never leaving her face. She traced a finger lightly over his lips. "And why is that?" she teased.
His answer came in the form of the grip on her ass tightening further, pressing her harder against his hardening crotch. He pulled her hips, increasing the friction, giving them both that rush of ecstatic heat as the sounds of her wet cunt soaked through their clothes.
She cooed in his ear as she resumed her previous ministration on his trapped length.
She grinded her ass on it.
Once.
Twice.
The hand that was wrapped around Naruto's neck had moved up to caress his blond hair, fingers raking his scalp as her tongue trailed along the shell of his ear. Her breath was coming out faster, panting and hitching.
"Is it because..." she continued, a sinful smirk tugging at her mouth at the small groan that left Naruto's lips as the pressure of her movements on his straining erection grew even stronger, her rocking hastier and less controlled with each passing moment. "Is it because deep down, you have long hoped she won't make it?" she purred into his ear, letting her warm breath tickle at the lobe.
She could feel his cock thickening beneath her, pressing up between the cleft of her ass as she dragged it up and down the rigid tent.
And then, without warning, she stopped moving, sitting herself completely atop him, ceasing their teasing altogether.
His eyes flew open, and Mabui could see how glassed and hazy they were with lust.
His hold on her soft thighs and firm ass stayed still, his eyes silently asking why she halted their activities.
"Be honest now Naruto..." Mabui continued, her dark fingers still threading through his unkempt blond locks as she spoke.
"...Between the two of us.." She leaned in towards his face, their lips only a few centimeters apart. Her ass rose up, hovering over his covered member. His eyes follow every one of her movements.
"..Your wife..." she whispered, leaning in to kiss along the corner of his mouth.
He clenched his jaw and bit back a moan.
"..and me.." She purred, as she kissed down his jawline, stopping at his neck.
She watched his pupils dilate.
He sucked in a sharp, staggering breath.
And that is when she struck.
"..Who would you rather spend the night with?"
Naruto's lips were on hers the next moment, devouring her, moaning desperately into her mouth. And all too eagerly, Mabui pressed back into the kiss, returning his fervor with just as much passion.
Her tongue fought back against his in a lewd battle for dominance she was far too eager to lose, relishing the sweet taste of his lips on hers as Naruto kissed her with an impatient, almost desperate desire.
Mabui ran her nails along the back of his neck, causing shivers to run down Naruto's spine as he groaned into her mouth.
But she didn't answer; not with words at least.
Instead, she pushed him further into the pile of cushions, straddling him as she shifted her hips again.
She could feel his cock throbbing beneath her, and the sensation was so overwhelmingly arousing that she could hardly contain a moan herself. So much pent up lust, so much longing for his touch, it was driving her wild.
Naruto's hands slipped from her waist to cup her ass once more. His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her hips closer.
She broke the kiss to catch her breath.
But Naruto didn't stop.
His mouth traced down her neck, nibbling and sucking on her sensitive dark skin that made her shiver in delight. His hands roamed up her body, tracing the curves of her waist and then pulling down the top of her dress, both breasts now out in the open for his eyes to feast on.
Naruto's breath hitched as he watched Mabui's chest heave with every pant she drew, and within seconds, his mouth descended upon her, hot lips suckling her exposed nipple.
The contrast of cold air and warm mouth sent pleasure shooting through her body, causing her legs to quiver against Naruto's sides. His tongue flicked lightly, teasingly at first but his eagerness soon took over and he latched onto her breast more firmly.
Mabui let out a gasp, fingers tugging at his hair as she arched her back to push her breasts closer to him, her body pleading for more of his attention.
He was more than happy to oblige. His free hand traced up her body, slowly circling her other breast before capturing the hardened nipple between his fingers. He alternated between gentle squeezes and sharp pinches, each pull of his fingers causing Mabui to cry out with pleasure.
Naruto finally pulled away from her breast with a final wet pop as their eyes locked once again, before their lips once again crashed together in a deep passionate kiss. They explored each others mouths, tongues clashing and sliding against one another, their moans swallowed.
Naruto let his hands wander down her body, his thumbs teasing the sides of her hips. His touch was driving her wild, coaxing more heat to pool in her core.
Mabui moved one hand down to the front of Naruto's pants, unfastening them with an impatient tug. She pushed them down along with his boxers to reveal his hard cock straining against the confinement. Her fingers brushed against his length, causing him to gasp into her mouth and buck his hips up instinctively.
She broke their heated kiss to look down at him, their breath intermingled together as her heated, aroused gaze took in Naruto's member: thick, dripping, swollen and more importantly..
All hers.
Mabui brought her hand around his length, pumping him a few times as he threw his head back, bucking into her palm with each movement. Precum dripped from his head and she used the clear fluid to slick the rest of him as she pumped him more vigorously.
Licking her lips hungrily, she climbed off his lap and slowly lowered to her knees and settled herself between his parted legs, never once releasing her hold on his erection, her heated gaze staring into Naruto's hooded blue ones.
She must have been a sight: fully clothed yet shamelessly lustful as her bright pink lips parted, preparing to engulf his pulsing member.
Her eyes closed in ecstasy as his thick, velvet dick slid past her parted lips. The soft moans of pleasure that escaped her throat were met with a deep, guttural groan from the blonde above her. Mabui's tongue danced along the underside of his cock, flicking and teasing at every sensitive spot. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure through his entire body, causing him to thrust upwards eagerly.
He gripped the cushions with white-knuckled intensity, a groan escaping his lips as she worked her way down his thick penis. The sensation of her tongue swirling around the swollen head of his cock, eagerly collecting and savoring his precum, was almost too much to bear. Every movement she made sent shivers of pleasure through his body.
She savored the salty taste as she swallowed, and when she looked up at him again, her eyes met his.
She could tell just how badly he wanted her.
His gaze was filled with pure, unmistakable lust as he stared down into her face, watching his dick slide back and forth between her plump lips.
With a playful wink, she took him in her mouth in one swift motion, deepthroating him with a smooth, practiced swallow. Her lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony, taking in his entire length and eliciting a moan of pleasure from him.
And that seemed to have been the breaking point.
Before she could pull up again, Naruto's hands were suddenly tangled in her hair, forcing her down onto him with a groan.
Her lips stretched wide as his hips bucked upward, thrusting his cock deeper into her mouth. She could feel the tip of him hitting the back of her throat, causing a slight choke that only added to her pleasure.
But instead of pulling away, she reveled in his sudden dominance, her own desire building with each thrust.
The taste of him lingered on her tongue, a subtle mix of salt and musk that drove her wild.
He gripped her hair tighter, eyes glazed over with pleasure as he looked down at her, blue orbs locked onto the sight of her swallowing him down.
Her thong, once damp with anticipation, was now completely drenched with her arousal. The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of their desire, a mix of musk and sweat.
Her core clenched with desperate need,nipples standing at attention, hardened and begging for attention.
She placed her hands onto his firm, muscular thighs for support, giving him complete control as she surrendered to his desires. Her mouth eagerly welcomed him, humming in pleasure as he invaded the inside of her mouth. The taste of his sticky, thick substance coated her throat and she couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan. Skillfully, she licked and slurped around his rigid length, savoring every second of it.
When he gave her head a harsh jerk, causing her to choke around him, her arousal spiked once more.
Mabui couldn't suppress her wanton moans and gags, muffled by his veiny penis. She looked up to meet his stare and whimpered at how hungry his blue eyes looked at her, the sounds being the loudest she could make.
She swirled her tongue around his tip and teased the head of his member. The motion had him writhing and groaning at her skill, his balls tightened in his ballsack and his hips jutted up frantically.
And his secretary just stayed there, allowing Naruto to freely thrust his hard and throbbing cock deeper into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth as tears welled up and fell freely down her cheeks.
But to her surprise, Naruto suddenly pulled her head back, releasing her mouth with a vulgar, wet popping noise as drool connected between her lips and the tip of his twitching member.
She was panting, lipstick smeared and lips swollen, and the flushed look on her face seemed to turn her boss on so much more.
Mabui looked down at the cock inches away from her mouth and shuddered. Even though she just sucked on him, the head was glistening with her saliva and his precum, leaking even more so as his balls tightened, his shaft twitching uncontrollably and aching.
The blonde stood up from his chair, towering over her as he leaned forward, seizing her by the wrist and tugging her up, causing her to land on his desk, bent over with her upper body pressed against the cold tabletop.
She felt him push her dress up over the swell of her ass, exposing her thin laced panties, which were the only thing keeping him away from what lay underneath.
Without waiting even a second longer, he tugged those ruined garment to the side and positioned the tip of his member directly to her dripping pussy.
Mabui drew a short breath, the anticipation growing within her as Naruto held her down with one hand placed firmly on her lower back, his cockhead resting in position over the eager hole.
He bucked his hips forward, nudging past her outer lips, forcing his way into her inch by inch.
As he slowly worked his cockhead further and further inside her wet folds, she could feel his thickness parting her muscles, sliding smoothly and deeply into her cunt.
She couldn't help but glance at the small photo frame of Naruto and Sakura on their wedding day, feeling an arousal surge through her.
What would Sakura think if she saw them right now?
Would she be sad?
Confused?
Horrified?
Filled with rage?
Mabui barely managed to suppress a chuckle at the image her brain conjured.
The poor girl would be broken.
But at the end of the day,there was no helping it.
Mabui couldn't hold back the soft cry that escaped her lips as Naruto finally pushed himself in completely, filling her to the point of overflowing.
Mabui was just that much better of a woman.
And Sakura?
Well…she was not.
With a swift motion, Naruto pulled back his throbbing shaft to the very tip, relishing in the moment before plunging it back into her eager hole. His hand greedily grasped at the roundness of her buttocks, using them as leverage as he pounded into her with increasing intensity.
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the room, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through both of them. Naruto's hips moved with a primal urgency, his cock filling her with a relentless rhythm that left her gasping for breath.
Mabui couldn't hold back a moan as Naruto's thick, throbbing cock stretched and filled her wet, eager pussy. She could feel every inch of him as he began to move inside her, his strong body pressing against hers with each short, powerful thrust.
Her lower lip was caught between her teeth as she tried to contain the pleasure coursing through her. The desk beneath them shook and rattled under the force of his movements, causing her breasts to bounce softly with each impact.
She let out a whimper as he pounded into her, the pleasure coursing through her body. Her inner walls massaged his cock, clenching and releasing around him, as if demanding more.
With a forceful grip, his hand tangled in her hair and tilted her head back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck. Sharp teeth nipped at her skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses along the sensitive flesh. A shiver raced down her spine as his relentless thrusts pounded into her, their bodies colliding with audible slaps.
Each impact sent waves of pleasure rippling through her, making her body arch and writhe beneath him.
He growled and grunted with each thrust, his body shuddering with pleasure. She could feel his erection throbbing inside her, hitting her g-spot perfectly.
"Fuck," he groaned, his voice ragged and hoarse.
She gasped as he picked up the pace, his hips moving faster and harder.
She could feel his cock hit her cervix with every hard drive, sending waves of pleasure through her core. His fingers dug into her hips, leaving red marks, but she didn't mind.
She just wanted him to fuck her harder, to take her and break her.
She cried out his name, arching her back and meeting his thrusts eagerly.
The older woman was lost in the sensation of his cock inside her.
The slap of their bodies, the sweaty scent of lust hitting her nose, the taste of him lingering on her lips, and the feeling of his thrusts growing faster and harder with each passing moment.
She clenched around him, her juices dripping down the insides of her thighs. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, punctuated by the wet, sloppy noises of their sex.
The pleasure was building inside of her, radiating through her entire body.
It grew stronger with every thrust, with every intimate slap of their bodies, until she thought she couldn't bear it anymore.
She moaned his name aloud as her climax approached. Her muscles clenched around him in anticipation, her body trembling with the impending release.
He groaned in response, his rhythm becoming more erratic as he approached his own peak. He was breathing heavily now, his hot breath fanning over the skin of her neck.
His grunts of pleasure mingling with the sounds of their sex.
They were both panting, bodies shaking and moaning, desperate to find the sweet release they craved.
His fingers dug into her ass, leaving indents in her skin as he slammed into her.
His thrusts became frantic, desperate.
It was so close, so very, very close.
Mabui's entire body tensed as the pleasure exploded throughout her body, her inner walls clenching around Naruto's member as she could not longer contain her orgasm.
Her body convulsed with pleasure as she let out a cry that echoed through the room. Every inch of her skin was trembling, lost in the throes of an intense orgasm.
At that moment, there was nothing else on her mind but Naruto.
Naruto gritted his teeth as he felt her tight walls contracting around him. The sensation was so intense,that it pushed him over the edge as well.
His thrusts became shorter and more shallow, his body shaking with each one, until he too could no longer hold it.
She felt it, the feeling of his hot cum spurting into her, marking her as is.
Seed meant for Sakura spilling deep inside her,filling her to the brim.
She clung tightly to his hard body, gasping for breath as he grunted loudly in satisfaction.
Each spurt of him was like a small victory, proof he had chosen her.
His hands were still rough on her ass and hips, holding her down against the desk as he poured himself into her. His ragged breaths echoed in the room, mixing with the faint hum of pleasure that still danced at the edge of her senses.
A soft sigh escaped Mabui's lips as Naruto's movements gradually slowed down. His thrusts eventually stopped altogether, allowing both of them to catch their breath.
They stood there motionless, save for the occasional twitch that rippled along his cock. His breathing eventually calmed, while his cock remained buried inside her, refusing to slide out.
For a while, the only sounds in the room were the slowing pants of his breath and her own racing pulse.
Once again,she tilted her head sideways,catching the young couple's wedding photo in the corner of her eyes.
One day...She will have Naruto all to herself.
And she could not help but think that it might happen sooner rather than later.
But first, they had a date to attend.
End