what the fuck am i doing
Maybe more thought should have been put into this. What choices did she make to get her? How fucking horny was she that here she was throat deep on the first strong male seen?
With a wet pop Sakura pulled off him, both hands working together on the shaft cock. He tongue peaked out, a kitten lick on the tip. He was moaning, small little "ah-ah's" spilling over purple bitten lips. It should be embarrassing, how utterly wet her pants were, her own cum soaking the (both equally horribly and wonderfully) tight spandex's.
What else was she supposed to do? This man was straining against her grip in pleasure, veins visible (and bitable); the biceps, oh the biceps, as thick as her head, the sheer muscle mass in just the one could put the majority of her villages shinobis to shame.
It was perfect. And she didn't even have to hold back.
She lolled her mouth muscle out tongue out, licking from the base to the head. He was beautiful, a dark purple, the head nearly maroon in color. Thick and and long as her forearm, she would never feel as aroused as she did when she realized both hands were needed to wrap around it.
90 minutes later, when she was sitting down on the beauty, staring down at a tearstained blue face, she had the first coherent thought of the night.
"this dick is worth ripping over"