Tsunade's heart raced with a wicked thrill as she glanced over at Jiraiya, her old friend and perpetual admirer, sitting there with that mix of shock and arousal etched across his face.
I can't wait to see his reaction, she thought, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her full lips. What kind of face will he make when he watches me get fucked by Minato? The great Sannin, reduced to a voyeur while I surrender to another man. It's almost too delicious.
She stifled a soft laugh in her mind, the sound echoing like a secret melody only she could hear. The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension, the faint scent of sake lingering from their earlier drinks, mingling with the heady aroma of anticipation and desire.
She swayed her hips seductively, positioning herself in front of Minato, her voluptuous body clad in a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination—a low-cut top that strained against her ample breasts and a short skirt that rode up teasingly with every movement.
Tsunade began her lap dance with deliberate slowness, her ass pressing firmly against Minato's crotch as she ground against him in slow, circular motions. She could feel his erection growing harder beneath her, the fabric of his pants doing nothing to hide the throbbing heat of his cock. "Mmm… oh, Minato," she purred softly, her voice a sultry whisper that carried across the room to Jiraiya's ears. "You feel so good already. So hard for me."
Jiraiya sat frozen in his chair, his eyes wide and unblinking as he watched the scene unfold.
The woman he had pined for since their youth—the legendary Tsunade, with her golden hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk, her curves that could make any man weak—was grinding her perfect ass on someone else.
It twisted something deep inside him, a sharp pang of jealousy that clawed at his chest. Why him? Why not me? he thought bitterly, his fists clenching on his thighs. But beneath the hurt, a forbidden excitement bubbled up, hot and insistent.
He couldn't tear his gaze away from the way her hips rolled, the way her ass cheeks flexed and jiggled with each grind. Gods, she's so skilled… so sensual. I bet that ass feels like heaven. Soft, warm, squeezing just right. His mouth watered at the thought, saliva pooling as he imagined her doing the same to him, her body pressed against his own erection.
He swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the drool, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants. Minato's hands were on her ass now, kneading the flesh possessively, his fingers digging in just enough to leave faint red marks on her pale skin. Jiraiya's breath hitched—part envy, part arousal—as he watched those hands claim what he had always dreamed of.
Tsunade moaned louder, her voice a breathy symphony that filled the room. "Ahh… mmmh… yes, just like that," she gasped, arching her back to press harder against Minato's bulge.
She was already soaking wet, her pussy throbbing with need as the friction sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her core. The knowledge that Jiraiya was watching, his eyes glued to every movement, only heightened her arousal. He's staring… he wants this. Wants me.
But tonight, I'm Minato's. Her inner thoughts raced, a whirlwind of lust and mischief. Let him see what he's missing. Let him burn with it. Minato's hands roamed freely over her body, one sliding up her thigh to tease the edge of her skirt, the other cupping her breast through the thin fabric, thumb circling her hardening nipple.
He touched her like she was his property, right there in front of the man she'd known since childhood, and it sent a rush of exhilaration through her veins. "Ohh… Minato, your hands… they're everywhere," she whimpered, her grinding picking up pace, her ass cheeks clapping softly against him with each thrust of her hips.
Minato smirked, his blue eyes gleaming with triumph as he glanced briefly at Jiraiya. The Toad Sage's face was a mask of conflicted desire—flushed cheeks, parted lips, and a bulge straining against his own pants. He's enjoying this more than he lets on, Minato thought, a dark chuckle bubbling in his mind. Pervert through and through.
Even watching the woman he loves get claimed by another man turns him on. Guess some things never change. The advancement in his relationship with Tsunade thrilled him to his core; after all the flirting and stolen moments, this was a bold step forward.
His cock was rock-hard, pulsing with the need to bury itself deep inside her, but he held back, savoring the buildup. He wanted to draw this out, to make Jiraiya squirm and Tsunade beg. "You feel incredible, Tsunade," he murmured into her ear, his voice low and commanding. "Grinding that perfect ass on me like a good girl. You're so wet already—I can feel your heat through my pants."
Tsunade's response was a series of escalating moans, her body undulating like a wave against him. "Mmmh… ahh… yes, Minato… touch me more," she pleaded, her voice husky with desire.
She reached back, her fingers tangling in his blond hair, pulling him closer as she rotated her hips in figure-eights, teasing his erection mercilessly. The room seemed to grow hotter, the air heavy with the sounds of their breathing and the soft slaps of skin on fabric.
Sweat beaded on her skin, making her glow under the low light, her breasts heaving with each breath. This is intoxicating, she thought, her mind foggy with lust. His cock is so thick… so ready. And Jiraiya's watching every second. I bet he's imagining himself in Minato's place. She let out a throaty laugh, muffled by another moan as Minato's hand slipped under her skirt, his fingers brushing against her drenched panties.
"Oh god… mmmh… right there… don't stop," she cried out, her grinding becoming more frantic, her ass bouncing against him with rhythmic intensity.
Jiraiya shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his erection now painfully obvious. The sight of Tsunade's flushed face, her lips parted in ecstasy, was almost too much. She's loving this… moaning like that for him.
His inner monologue was a storm of emotions—jealousy warring with voyeuristic pleasure. He could see the outline of Minato's hands exploring her body, squeezing her ass, tracing the curve of her waist, pinching her nipples until she gasped.
The way she moved was hypnotic, her body a masterpiece of sensuality. Jiraiya's hand twitched, tempted to touch himself, but he restrained, biting his lip to stifle a groan. "Tsunade…" he whispered hoarsely, almost involuntarily, his voice cracking with need.
Hearing her name from Jiraiya's lips only fueled Tsunade's fire. She glanced back at him, her green eyes smoldering with tease. "Enjoying the show, Jiraiya?" she taunted breathlessly, her hips never stopping their grind. "Mmmh… ahh… watch closely. This is what you could never have." Her words were laced with cruelty and seduction, designed to twist the knife deeper.
Minato chuckled at her boldness, his grip tightening on her hip. "That's right, show him," he encouraged, his other hand sliding up to her neck, fingers wrapping gently but firmly around her throat in a possessive hold.
The touch sent shivers down Tsunade's spine, her pussy clenching in response. "Ohh… yes… choke me a little, Minato," she moaned loudly, her voice echoing off the walls. She was drenched now, her arousal soaking through her panties and onto his lap, the slickness making her movements even more fluid.
He's owning me… right in front of him. It's so fucking hot. Her thoughts spiraled into pure lust, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Minato's fingers tightened just enough to make her gasp, then released, trailing up to tilt her chin toward him.
Their eyes locked for a heated moment, blue meeting green in a blaze of passion. Minato pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a deep, demanding kiss. Tsunade returned it with fury, her tongue darting out to battle his, swirling and tangling in a wet, sloppy dance. "Mmmph… ahh…" she moaned into his mouth, her body still grinding against him as the kiss deepened.
Their lips moved hungrily, teeth nipping, breaths mingling in hot gasps. Saliva trailed between them as they broke for air only to dive back in, the kiss growing more intense with each second.
Jiraiya watched, transfixed, his heart pounding as the sounds of their passionate makeout filled the room—wet smacks, soft whimpers from Tsunade, and Minato's low growls. This is torture… but I can't look away. The heat in the room was palpable, a furnace of desire that left them all breathless.
Tsunade's moans vibrated against Minato's lips, her hands roaming his chest, nails scraping lightly through his shirt. "More… mmmh… kiss me harder," she demanded between breaths, her tongue plunging back in to claim his. The world narrowed to just this—the taste of him, the feel of his body, the thrill of the forbidden.
And as the kiss stretched on, building to a crescendo of raw need, the chapter drew to its close, leaving the air charged with unspoken promises of what was to come.
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