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The room thrummed with the primal, wet slap of flesh against flesh, a deliciously obscene rhythm that reverberated off the walls as Tsunade rode Minato with unrestrained ferocity.
Her hips slammed down onto his thick, pulsing cock, each thrust driving him so deep into her dripping pussy that she swore she could feel him in her soul.
Her voluptuous body glistened with a sheen of sweat, her golden hair wild and tousled, cascading over her shoulders like a lioness's mane.
Her massive breasts bounced with every movement, a hypnotic sight that made Minato's breath catch, his face buried in the soft, warm valley of her cleavage.
His lips and teeth claimed her skin with hungry kisses and sharp, possessive bites, leaving red marks that branded her as his. His strong hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her curves as he guided her, helping her slam down onto his cock with a force that made the bed groan in protest.
"Ahh… ahh… fuck… Minato, so good!" Tsunade moaned, her voice a sultry melody of desperation and ecstasy, each word punctuated by the wet, rhythmic smack of her pussy against his cock.
Pleasure coursed through her like a wildfire, igniting every nerve as his thick length stretched her, filling her to the brim with raw, searing heat. Her nails raked down his broad shoulders, leaving faint red trails as she clung to him, her body trembling with the intensity of their connection.
"Mmmh… you… you're so fucking deep… ahh!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a needy whimper as she ground her hips against him, chasing the electric sparks of pleasure that shot through her core.
Minato's eyes burned with a possessive, almost feral hunger as he drank in the sight of her—his Tsunade, his fierce, radiant queen.
Her flushed face, her parted lips spilling moans just for him, her body moving with a primal grace—it was a vision no other man would ever claim.
He was a possessive man, always had been, and Tsunade was his everything. Their history played like a vivid reel in his mind: stolen glances during council meetings, secret trysts in the hidden corners of Konoha, nights spent whispering dreams of a world they'd conquer together.
She'd been by his side through wars, through betrayals, her strength matching his, her heart entwined with his own. She was his partner, his lover, his equal, and the thought of her surrendering to him now, in this moment, drove him wild with desire. His cock pulsed inside her, throbbing with need as he reveled in the power he held over her body and soul.
His teeth grazed her breast, leaving a fresh, crimson mark as he sucked her hardened nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before biting down just hard enough to make her cry out.
"Mmmh… fuck… Minato!" Tsunade's moan was raw, dripping with lust as her body arched, pressing her chest closer to his greedy mouth.
The sharp sting of his bite sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core, her pussy clenching around him so tightly it made him growl against her skin, the sound vibrating through her.
"You… love my tits, don't you?" she teased, her voice thick with pride and arousal, a playful glint in her emerald eyes.
She knew how much he worshipped her body, and it filled her with a fierce, feminine pride—pride in belonging to a man destined to rule the world, a man she'd chosen to love with every fiber of her being.
"Fucking obsessed with them," Minato growled, his voice rough with desire as he squeezed her breasts harder, his thumbs circling her nipples, teasing them into even harder peaks.
"Obsessed with you." His words were a vow, laced with the same intensity that had drawn her to him all those years ago—when he'd first kissed her under the cherry blossoms, promising her a future where they'd stand together at the pinnacle of power.
His hands slid to her ass, gripping the firm, rounded flesh with bruising force as he lifted her, only to slam her back down onto his cock.
The wet, obscene sounds of their bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with Tsunade's breathless moans and Minato's low, guttural growls.
"You're mine, Tsunade," he rasped, his eyes locking onto hers, fierce and unyielding. "Every fucking inch of you."
Her heart swelled at his words, a rush of love and devotion flooding her as she remembered their journey—the way he'd held her after battles, his steady hands wiping away her tears, the nights they'd spent tangled together, planning a world where they'd reign supreme.
She'd loved him then, with a fire that burned brighter than any jutsu, and she loved him now, with a devotion so fierce it consumed her.
"Yours… always yours, Minato," she gasped, her voice trembling with emotion as she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing his face deeper into her bust.
Her fingers tangled in his golden hair, tugging lightly as she rode him faster, her hips slamming down with reckless abandon, each movement a declaration of her love, her need, her surrender.
"Ahh… mmmh… oh, fuck… Minato!" Her moans grew louder, more desperate, a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room. Her pussy was soaked, dripping down his cock as she moved, the slick heat driving them both to the edge of sanity.
The bed groaned under their frantic pace, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust, a testament to their unbridled passion. Minato's hands roamed her body, possessive and hungry, one moment gripping her ass to guide her movements, the next sliding up to pinch her nipples, drawing sharp, needy cries from her lips.
"Yes… yes… harder, baby!" she begged, her voice a sultry command as she surrendered to the primal need coursing through her, her body aching for more of him.
"Fuck, Tsunade… so tight, so perfect," Minato growled, his voice thick with lust as he thrust up to meet her, their bodies colliding with a force that shook the room. His cock filled her completely, stretching her in a way that made her feel owned, cherished, adored.
She was his queen, his goddess, and he worshipped her with every rough thrust, every bruising grip.
Their history bound them—years of trust, of passion, of standing together against the world. She'd followed him through chaos, through pain, and now she followed him into this moment, giving herself to him completely, body and soul.
Suddenly, Minato shifted, his hands gripping her waist as he flipped her onto her back with a playful, predatory grin.
"My turn," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, his eyes glinting with mischief and love.
Tsunade laughed, a sultry, breathless sound, her heart fluttering at the way he could make her feel so desired, so alive. He pinned her wrists above her head, his body looming over hers, all muscle and heat, as he thrust into her with renewed vigor. "Ahhh… fuck!" she cried, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper as he pounded into her, each thrust a claim, a promise, a vow.
"Mmmh… you're so good to me," Tsunade moaned, her voice soft and romantic even as her body arched beneath him, chasing the pleasure only he could give.
She gazed up at him, her eyes shining with love, with the memory of every moment they'd shared—the quiet nights under the stars, the battles where he'd shielded her, the way he'd always looked at her like she was his entire world.
"I love you… so much," she whispered, her voice breaking as emotion and pleasure intertwined, her pussy clenching around him as she teetered on the edge.
"I love you too," Minato rasped, his voice raw with emotion as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing, passionate kiss. Their tongues tangled, hot and desperate, as he thrust harder, deeper, their bodies pressed so close they were one.
The room was filled with the sounds of their love—the wet slap of skin, the creak of the bed, Tsunade's sultry moans, and Minato's primal growls.
"I'm… I'm gonna come!" Tsunade cried, her voice breaking as her pace grew frantic, her hips grinding against him, her pussy pulsing with unbearable heat.
"Come for me, baby," Minato growled, his grip on her tightening as he slammed into her, his cock driving deeper into her core.
"Let me feel you… let me hear you scream my name." His words were a command, a plea, a declaration of his love, and they sent her spiraling over the edge.
"Ahhh… Minato! Fuck!" Tsunade screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her like a storm, her pussy spasming around his cock, gushing with her release.
Her nails dug into his back, her legs trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her moans echoing through the room. Minato followed her, a primal roar ripping from his throat as he thrust deep one last time, spilling his hot seed inside her, filling her with his claim, his love.
They collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding as they clung to each other, their breaths mingling in the afterglow. Tsunade's chest heaved, her breasts pressed against Minato's chest as she nuzzled into him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.
Minato's arms wrapped around her, holding her close, his lips brushing soft, tender kisses against her marked skin, a stark contrast to the raw passion of moments before. They were bound by more than lust—by a love forged in fire, by a shared dream of a world under their rule, by a devotion that nothing could break.
Tsunade's lips curled into a playful, sultry smile as she shifted, straddling him again, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"You didn't think I'd let you rest yet, did you?" she teased, her voice a husky promise as she leaned down, kissing him deeply, her tongue teasing his. Minato chuckled, a low, warm sound that made her heart flutter, his hands already roaming her curves again.
"Good," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with love and hunger. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you, my love."
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