“Naughty boy,” said Hanabi, smirking at her nephew from where she sat upon the countertop. Unsubtly, she spread her legs wider for his appraisal. “As soon as your little girlfriends are away, you turn around and start fooling with other women… You really are just like your father.”
She winked, between this expression and the glistening moistness of her obscenely splayed sex communicating that she did not say these things as an insult. Nonetheless, Boruto still scow

Their
hearts were pounding in their chests. Sweat poured down their faces.
Their lungs ached, and their legs were sore, but they ran as hard as
they could. They ran, and they ran, attempting to escape. Around them
blurred storefronts, houses, street signs.
The
village sights passed by in a smear of color, light and shadow alike
fleeting quickly past. Sakura and Hinata ran, fleeing the crowd of
men. They ran fast and hard, but their flight was uncertain and their
pursuers seemed to close the dis

Erasa smiled at her friend. She laid her tube top on the table and then unsnapped her bra, lowering the garment to expose two very large and soft breasts. Her tits were some of the finest around, and few girls could boast a bigger or better rack.

Videl looked at Erasa's tits with a hint of mingled feelings, thoughts and emotions so confused and tumbled that she couldn't have begun to identify them. Was this lust she felt, looking at her friend's naked bosom, two

Chifusa
Manyuu blushed hotly as she eyed the keen sword in her attendant's
hand. She was trembling, her ample bust quivering within its
confines. She gazed softly into Kaede's eyes, feeling a sense of both
anxiety and... acceptance.
She
was ready for this, as ready as she would ever be. They in a forest
clearing far from any of the Shogunate's power centers, as safely
cloistered away from the Manyuu clan as they would ever be. Chifusa
was kneeling before her attendant Kaede, taking slow and deep

Her
hair was black, as dark as starless midnight. Her skin was white and
appeared to glow in the moonbeams. Her lips were full and sumptuous,
moist and ruby red, and her eyes were a striking scarlet. She was
practically naked, clad in a barest cloak and lingerie, and she
pressed herself close to him. She pinned him with her hefty bosom and
her soft, plump thighs, holding him down in his bed.
He
awoke to a sensation of weight and softness, the feeling of her body
atop him. A cool breath of air ca