The sun pierced through the thin curtains of Minato's secluded quarters in the Hidden Leaf Village, bathing the disheveled bed in a golden haze. The sheets were twisted and stained from the night's relentless passion—Minato and Nico Robin had fucked like animals, her screams echoing as he pounded into her slick, dripping pussy over and over.
He'd taken her from behind, her ass cheeks rippling with each thrust, then flipped her onto her back to watch her massive tits bounce wildly as she came undone around his thick cock.
Now, as Minato awoke, his body ached deliciously, his muscles taut from the exertion. He groped the empty space beside him, frowning when he realized Robin was gone.
His morning wood throbbed insistently, the memory of her tight heat clenching around him making it twitch.
Groaning, he rose, his naked form a masterpiece of sculpted power—broad shoulders, chiseled abs leading down to the V of his hips, and his impressive dick hanging heavy between his thighs, still semi-hard and veined from last night's marathon.
He padded to the washroom, turning on the shower. Hot water cascaded over him, soothing his skin as he soaped up, his hands lingering on his chest before sliding down to grip his shaft.
He stroked lazily, picturing Robin's full lips wrapped around it, her tongue swirling the head as she deepthroated him until he exploded down her throat.
The thought made him fully erect, but he resisted the urge to finish, saving it for her. Rinsing off, he stepped out, drying himself roughly and slipping into tight black boxer briefs that strained against his bulge, the fabric outlining every ridge of his nine-inch cock.
Exiting his room, the scent of cooking hit him—bacon frying, coffee brewing—and there she was in the kitchen: Nico Robin, his sultry, curvaceous conquest. She wore skin-tight black shorts that rode up her ass crack, the material so thin it molded to her plump cheeks like wet paint, hinting at the shadow of her pussy lips beneath.
Her black lace bra barely contained her enormous DD breasts, the nipples poking through the sheer fabric, begging for attention.
Her long black hair swayed as she moved, her hips swaying hypnotically, her olive skin flushed from the heat—or perhaps from remembering how he'd stretched her holes last night.
Minato's cock hardened instantly, tenting his briefs as he stalked toward her. He pressed against her from behind, his arms snaking around her slim waist, pulling her ass flush against his crotch. His rock-hard dick nestled between her cheeks, throbbing through the layers, the head nudging her entrance teasingly.
"Fuck, Robin, you look like a walking wet dream," he growled, his voice gravelly with lust. "This ass in these shorts… it's made for my cock. I could bend you over right now and slide right in, feel that tight pussy swallow me whole."
Robin moaned softly, her body melting into his as she felt the full length of his erection grinding against her. The outline was unmistakable—thick, veined, and pulsing with need.
Her pussy clenched involuntarily, juices already soaking her shorts, making the fabric cling to her swollen lips.
After a life of isolation, being ravished and adored by Minato felt like pure ecstasy; his dominance made her feel owned, desired, alive. "Minato… you're already so hard," she whispered breathlessly, arching her back to press harder against him. "I can feel every inch. It makes me so wet, thinking about how you filled me last night,
stretching me until I screamed."
He chuckled darkly, his hands roaming up her sides, thumbs hooking under her bra to tease the undersides of her heaving tits.
"Good morning to you too, my sexy slut. Waking up without your hot body next to mine? Unacceptable. But this view… damn, it's worth it." His lips descended on her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, his teeth grazing her skin as he humped against her ass slowly, deliberately, the friction making his balls tighten.
Robin turned in his embrace, her eyes smoldering with hunger. She crushed her body to his, her soft curves yielding to his hard planes. His erection pressed directly against her mound now, the tip rubbing her clit through the damp shorts, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Her nipples scraped against his chest, hardening into peaks that ached for his mouth. She hugged him tightly, her hands sliding down to squeeze his ass, pulling him closer. "You make me crave you constantly," she purred, before claiming his lips in a filthy kiss—tongues tangling, wet and sloppy, mimicking the way he'd fucked her mouth with his cock hours ago.
Reluctantly, she broke away, turning back to the stove, but Minato refused to let go. He hugged her from behind again, his hips thrusting rhythmically, his cock sliding up and down her ass crack like he was dry-fucking her.
"Keep cooking, baby. I want to feel you squirm while I tease this perfect body." His hands explored boldly now—one slipping under her bra to palm her breast, pinching the nipple until she gasped, the other dipping into her shorts to brush her slick folds. "So fucking wet already. Your pussy's dripping for me, isn't it? Remembering how I pounded you raw last night?"
Robin whimpered, her hands shaking as she flipped the bacon, her hips bucking back against him instinctively. "Yes… god, yes. Your cock feels so good against me. Keep grinding like that—it's making my clit throb." She could feel her arousal trickling down her thighs, her inner walls pulsing with need.
Minato's kisses trailed fire across her back, his tongue licking the sweat from her skin, then up to her shoulders where he bit down gently, marking her as his.
His mouth found her neck again, sucking voraciously, one hand now fully inside her shorts, fingers circling her clit in slow, torturous circles while the other kneaded her tit, rolling the nipple between his fingers.
"You're my dirty little secretary now, Robin," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and ragged.
"Gonna fuck you whenever I want, wherever I want. Imagine me taking you in the office, bent over my desk, your tits spilling out while I rail you from behind." His fingers dipped lower, sliding into her soaked entrance, pumping shallowly as she cooked, her moans filling the kitchen.
She finished plating the food—scrambled eggs creamy and golden, crispy bacon, buttered toast, and sliced fruit—her body trembling from the edge he was pushing her toward. "Breakfast is ready," she panted, turning off the heat. "But if you don't stop, I'm going to cum right here."
Minato withdrew his hand reluctantly, licking her juices from his fingers with a wicked grin. "Tastes like heaven. Fine, let's eat—but I'm not done with you." They sat at the table, but the meal was secondary to the sexual tension crackling between them. Minato's eyes raked over her body shamelessly, fixating on her bra-strained tits.
"That black lace looks sinful on you, Robin. It makes your boobs look even bigger, like they're about to burst out. So soft, so fuckable—I love how they jiggle when I thrust into you, how your nipples get rock hard in my mouth."
She squirmed in her seat, her pussy aching from his earlier touch. "And you… that bulge in your briefs is obscene. I can see the outline of your cock, thick and ready. Last night, when you came inside me, filling me with your hot cum… I want that again." As they ate, he reached under the table, his foot teasing up her leg, toes brushing her inner thigh.
She reciprocated, her hand sneaking to his lap, stroking his erection through the fabric. "You're so big, Minato. It stretches me perfectly, hits that spot that makes me squirt."
He groaned, feeding her a piece of fruit, his fingers lingering on her lips. "Your pussy is magic—tight, wet, and greedy. And this ass… I want to spank it red, then bury my face between your cheeks, tongue-fuck your holes until you're begging."
The compliments escalated, dirty and explicit: he described how her cum tasted, how her walls milked him dry; she countered with how his balls slapped against her during doggy, how she loved swallowing his load.
By the end, both were breathing heavily, arousal thick in the air. Minato cleared the plates, his cock straining painfully. "As much as I want to pin you down and fuck you senseless right now, I have to go." He dressed in his Hokage gear, the cloak doing little to hide his lingering hardness.
Pulling her close one last time, he groped her ass cheeks, fingers digging in. "Tell Mikasa I'm out on village business. Introduce yourself—she's my other secretary. You'll both serve me… in every way. Imagine it: the three of us, you riding my face while she sucks my cock, or me fucking you both side by side."
Robin's eyes glazed with lust at the vision, her pussy clenching. "I'll handle it. Hurry back—I need you inside me again."
He kissed her bruisingly, tongue dominating her mouth, before vanishing in a flash of leaves, leaving her panting and soaked, eager for what came next.
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