The bathroom was a haze of steam, the air thick with the scent of soap and desire. Water pattered against the tiles, mingling with the soft hum of their breaths.
Kushina knelt before Minato, her hands gliding over his muscular frame, lathering his skin with care. Her fingers traced the contours of his chest, slick with foam, her touch gentle yet deliberate, a woman fulfilling her duty to keep her man content.
"I made the right choice picking you," she murmured, her voice low and sultry, her eyes locked on his as she pressed her foam-covered breasts against his torso, washing him with her body.
Minato leaned back, his gaze heavy with approval, watching her curves move against him. The warmth of her skin, the softness of her breasts gliding over his chest, sent a spark through him.
"My legs need cleaning too," he said, his voice a deep rumble, laced with a command she couldn't ignore. Kushina's lips curved into a knowing smirk, understanding exactly what he meant. She reached for the body wash, squeezing a generous amount onto her hands before rubbing it over her full, heavy breasts, the soap foaming up, glistening on her skin.
She knelt between his legs, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. With a teasing glance, she pressed her breasts together, sandwiching his hardening cock between them.
The slick, warm pressure enveloped him, her soft curves molding perfectly around his length. "Yeah," Minato groaned, his voice thick with pleasure, his eyes fixed on Kushina's fiery red hair, damp and clinging to her shoulders, and her breasts, now wrapped tightly around him, the foam making every movement slick and smooth.
Kushina began to move, raising her breasts and letting them drop, the motion sending jolts of pleasure through Minato's cock. The tip poked out from between her cleavage with each upward motion, and she leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick it like a lollipop. Slurp, slurp, slurp. The sound filled the bathroom, mingling with the patter of water and Minato's low groans. Her tongue swirled around the head, teasing, tasting, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she felt him throb against her. She worked him with slow, deliberate strokes, her breasts sliding up and down, the soap making every motion frictionless and intense.
For ten minutes, she kept him on edge, her movements relentless, her eyes locked on his, watching every twitch of his face, every shudder of his body. Minato's hands gripped the edge of the tub, his knuckles whitening as the pleasure built. Finally, he couldn't hold back. With a guttural groan, he came, his release spilling over her, coating her face and breasts in thick, warm spurts. Kushina didn't flinch, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she licked her lips, catching a stray drop.
"Your semen's as tasty as ever," she purred, her voice dripping with mischief. She scooped a bit from her breast, bringing it to her mouth, sucking her fingers clean with deliberate slowness, knowing it drove him wild.
Minato's cock twitched, hardening again at the sight of her, the raw sexiness of her confidence, her boldness. He stood, water dripping from his body, and grabbed her hand, yanking her to her feet with a force that made her gasp.
Before she could speak, he pushed her against the tiled wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies. "Ohh… come and claim this pussy," Kushina taunted, her voice a sultry challenge as she arched her back, wiggling her ass toward him, her curves a perfect invitation. Her hands braced against the wall, her face turned slightly, her red hair plastered to her cheek, her eyes burning with need.
Minato didn't hesitate. Her ass, full and round, was a masterpiece, and the sight of her—wet, willing, and defiant—ignited something primal in him.
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and thrust into her, his cock sliding deep into her pussy with one powerful motion. Squelch, squelch, squelch.
The sound of their bodies colliding filled the bathroom, a wet, rhythmic symphony that drowned out the water still running. "Ah… ah…" Kushina moaned, her voice rising with each thrust, her body rocking forward against the wall.
"Yeah… ah… oh…" she gasped, her words punctuated by the relentless pace of his hips slamming into her. The clapping of their bodies echoed, a primal beat that matched the pounding of her heart.
Minato's hands tightened on her hips, his grip bruising, possessive, as he drove into her with a hunger that bordered on feral. "Ah… fuck… you're the best," she moaned, her voice breaking, her body trembling as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. Her pussy clenched around him, wet and tight, urging him deeper.
Minato raised his hand and brought it down on her ass with a sharp smack.
"Ohhh!" Kushina cried, her moan a mix of shock and delight, her pussy tightening even more around him. The sting sent a jolt through her, amplifying the pleasure coursing through her veins. He didn't stop, smacking her again, the sound ringing out in the steamy room.
Smack. "Ah!" Smack. "Ah!" Each spank made her body shudder, her moans growing louder, more desperate, her ass reddening under his hand, the sight only fueling his desire.
He pounded into her, relentless, his cock pistoning in and out, each thrust drawing a new moan from her lips. The bathroom was a cacophony of sounds—her cries, the wet slap of their bodies, the squelching of her pussy as he claimed her.
Kushina's hands clawed at the tiles, her nails scraping as she pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. Her red hair swung with each movement, strands sticking to her sweat-drenched face, her body glowing with heat and need.
The pleasure built, a tidal wave neither could resist. Minato's grip tightened, his thrusts growing erratic as he neared his peak. Kushina's moans turned to screams, her body trembling as her climax hit, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.
"Ah… yeah…" she cried, her voice raw, her knees buckling as the orgasm tore through her. Minato followed, a low growl escaping his throat as he came, filling her with his seed, the warmth spreading deep inside her.
They collapsed against the wall, Minato's body pressing against hers, their breaths heavy, their skin slick with sweat and water.
But Kushina wasn't done. Even as her body trembled, she pushed her hips back, grinding against him, a silent demand for more. Minato's hands found her waist, pulling her closer, his cock still hard, ready to claim her again.
The bathroom, their sanctuary of desire, echoed with the promise of more—moans, slaps, and the endless rhythm of their bodies, bound by a primal need that knew no end.
They were kunoichi and shinobi, yes, but in this moment, they were more—animals driven by instinct, ruled by the law of the strongest, their bodies speaking a language of dominance and surrender that only they could understand.