As Minato thrust relentlessly into Tsunade, her moans echoed off the tiled walls of the steamy bathroom, a symphony of raw pleasure.
"Ahh… ahh… ahhh… fuck… yesss… ahhhh!" The granddaughter of the First Hokage, the legendary God of Shinobi, was reduced to a quivering, moaning mess under his touch.
Her hands pressed against the slick glass of the shower, her voluptuous body trembling as she arched her back, her massive, perfectly rounded ass jutting out toward Minato.
Water cascaded down her flawless skin, accentuating every curve—her hourglass waist, her full, heavy breasts swaying with each thrust, and her toned thighs quaking under the onslaught. Her blonde hair, soaked and clinging to her back, framed her like a goddess, but there was nothing divine about the way she surrendered to him.
"Fuck… you're… so… good!"
Tsunade gasped between moans, her voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed her. What had started as an innocent shower to save time and water had spiraled into this—a heated, primal dance.
It began with Tsunade pressing her soap-slicked breasts against Minato's chest, her hands roaming his body as she "washed" him, her touch teasing and deliberate. But now, Minato was in control, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her from behind, the wet plap plap plap of their bodies colliding mingling with the sound of running water.
Thwap!
Minato's hand came down hard on her ass, the sound sharp and reverberating. Tsunade's moan was a guttural "Ahhhh… nooo… mmmh!" as the sting sent a jolt through her, her pussy clenching tighter around him.
Her ass, a perfect blend of soft and firm, jiggled with the impact, red marks blooming under his touch. "Hah… how's it feel, princess?" Minato growled, his voice low and taunting as he slapped her again, harder this time. "Getting fucked by someone younger than you?"
"Mmmh… ahh… I… don't… know…" Tsunade panted, her words barely coherent, lost in the haze of pleasure. "Only… ahhh… you… fuck me… ahh… like this!" Her voice broke into a scream as he thrust deeper, hitting a spot that made her knees buckle.
Her body was a masterpiece—curves sculpted by years of training, her breasts bouncing with each movement, her skin glistening under the water. She was a vision of power and vulnerability, and Minato reveled in it.
"Damn right," he snarled, his hands sliding from her hips to her breasts, grabbing them roughly, molding them to his liking. "Only I can fuck you like this." His fingers pinched her nipples, eliciting a sharp "Ahh… yesss… mmmh!" from Tsunade's lips.
Her body trembled, overstimulated, as he played her like an instrument, each touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. Using her breasts as leverage, he pulled her back against his chest, her wet skin sliding against his, her moans growing louder— "Mmmh… ahhh… Minato!"
He pushed her forward again, her body now pressed against the glass, her breasts flattening against the cool surface as he fucked her harder. The plap plap plap grew louder, more frantic, the rhythm relentless.
Tsunade's moans were a constant stream now—"Ahh… mmmh… fuck… ahhh!"—her hands clawing at the glass, desperate for something to hold onto as pleasure consumed her. Her pussy tightened around him, each thrust driving her closer to the edge, her body shaking with the intensity.
Minato leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "You love this, don't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. "Being fucked like this… by me." He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust, and Tsunade's scream—"Yesss… ahhh… Minato!"—was music to his ears. He slapped her ass again, the sound echoing, her moan a mix of pain and pleasure as her body arched further, offering herself to him completely.
He slowed for a moment, teasing her, his hands roaming her body—squeezing her ass, tracing her waist, cupping her breasts. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
"So fucking perfect… this body… made for me." Tsunade whimpered, her head turning slightly, her eyes hazy with desire as she looked back at him. "Mmmh… only for you… ahh…" she moaned, her voice trembling as he resumed his thrusts, slow and deliberate now, dragging out her pleasure.
The water continued to pour over them, steam filling the air as their bodies moved in perfect sync. Tsunade's moans grew louder, more desperate—
"Ahh… mmmh… fuck… Minato… please!"—as he picked up the pace again, his hands gripping her hips tightly. He could feel her tightening, her body on the brink, and he wasn't far behind.
"Cum for me," he growled, slamming into her with a force that made her scream—"Ahhhh… yesss… fuck!"—her body convulsing as her orgasm hit, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
Minato didn't stop, riding her through her climax, his own release building. "Fuck… Tsunade…" he groaned, his thrusts erratic now, the pleasure overwhelming.
With one final, deep thrust, he came, filling her as she moaned weakly—"Mmmh… ahh…"—her body still trembling from the aftershocks. They stayed like that for a moment, panting, the water washing away the evidence of their passion as they caught their breath.
Freshly showered and still buzzing from their encounter, Minato stepped into the dining room, his body clad only in loose pants, his chiseled torso on full display.
Kushina was at the counter, her back to him, lost in preparing breakfast.
She wore simple pajamas that hugged her curves, her ass—not as massive as Tsunade's but perfectly proportioned to her lithe, athletic frame—swaying slightly as she moved. It was as if a god had sculpted her, every inch of her body a work of art. A black embroidered bra barely covered her upper body, leaving her toned back exposed, the muscles flexing subtly as she worked.
The sight alone was enough to stir Minato's blood, his arousal reigniting despite the morning's earlier exertions.
He moved silently, closing the distance between them, his groin pressing against her ass as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Kushina gasped, a soft "Ha… Minato!" escaping her lips, her laughter like a melody in his ears.
She turned in his arms, her violet eyes sparkling with mischief as she pulled him into a kiss, her lips soft and demanding. His hands roamed lower, grabbing her ass, giving it a light spank that made her moan into his mouth—"Mmmh…"—her body pressing closer, feeling his hardening length against her.
"You've got a meeting in half an hour, you know," she teased, pulling back slightly, her voice breathy but playful.
"I know," Minato murmured, reluctantly stepping back, knowing duty couldn't wait. "Get breakfast ready."
"Sit, I'll bring it," Kushina said, turning back to the counter, her movements deliberate, teasing, as she swayed her hips. Minato's eyes were glued to her back, his hands itching to touch her again. Unable to resist, he stepped closer, his hands settling on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin.
Spank!
The sound was sharp, Kushina's gasp—"Ohhh… no!"—music to his ears as her ass jiggled under his hand. She spun around, her cheeks flushed, her eyes narrowing playfully, but Minato was already back at the dining table, lounging casually, his bare torso gleaming under the morning light.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock innocence.
Kushina huffed, turning back to her task, her face red with a mix of irritation and desire. Why is he so damn handsome? she thought, her fists clenching as her mind wandered to his muscles—those perfect, ripped muscles that drove her wild.
Kushina was a devout believer in the beauty of strength, and Minato's body was a masterpiece, each line and contour a testament to his power. Just the thought of his broad shoulders, his chiseled abs, his strong arms wrapped around her made her wet, her mouth watering with anticipation.
She stole a glance at him, sitting there like a god, and her heart raced, knowing he'd come for her soon enough—after his meeting, when the world could wait, and she'd have him all to herself.
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