With a firm hand, he turned her, pressing her against the desk, its icy surface contrasting with the heat of her skin. Shizune found herself on all fours, her heavy, sensitive breasts hanging freely, their hardened tips brushing the polished wood with every movement. She shivered, still panting from her first orgasm, her thighs trembling and damp.
"Look at me…" he murmured, his burning hand tracing her spine.
She turned her head toward him, her dark eyes drowned in desire, her lips parted with ragged breaths. "Go on…" she rasped, her voice hoarse, almost a challenge.
He didn't hesitate. Spreading her thighs with an insistent pressure, he aligned himself behind her, the tip of his erection gliding once, twice, against her soaked folds—both a promise and a torture. Then, in one fluid motion, he entered her, his length filling her completely, without resistance.
"Oh—!" Shizune's cry echoed off the walls, her fingers clawing the desk as if to anchor herself to reality. "It's… so good…" she moaned, her words muffled by another thrust that made her quiver.
He started slowly, each deep push calculated to make her feel every inch. Her breasts swayed heavily, their pink nipples rubbing against the wood with each stroke, leaving behind a trail of damp heat. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft, round flesh, and quickened his pace, his abdominal muscles contracting with effort.
"Harder…" she pleaded, her voice breaking on a sharp moan as he hit a sensitive spot.
He obeyed, his movements becoming more brutal, more possessive. The sound of their bodies colliding—skin against skin—mingled with Shizune's hoarse sighs. The once-silent room was now filled only with the sounds of their passion—panted breaths, muffled curses, the wet slap of their bodies uniting.
Suddenly, he leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, his hands reaching under her body to grasp her breasts greedily. "You're so perfect…" he growled in her ear before pinching her nipples, rolling them between his fingers with pressure bordering on pain.
Shizune cried out, her body arching violently, offering even more of herself. "Yes… there… touch me like that…" Her black hair, drenched with sweat, clung to her forehead and cheeks, her face transformed by pleasure.
When he shifted his angle, deliberately targeting that small spot inside her that made her see stars, she screamed, her muscles clenching around him like a vise. "Oh, yes… I… I'm coming—!"
Her orgasm overwhelmed her in burning waves, her body shaking with uncontrollable spasms. He held her firmly, prolonging each shudder with deeper, more insistent thrusts, until his own pleasure exploded, her name on his lips like a prayer.
*Damn, even in my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd get to fuck such a MILF.* He thought.
Sasuke lifted her as if she weighed nothing, his burning hands circling her waist as he seated her on his lap. Shizune wrapped herself around him, her legs locking around his hips with possessive force, her feet crossing at his back to pull him even deeper. Their breaths mingled, hot and hurried, as she slowly lowered herself onto him, the muscles of her thighs trembling with effort.
"Look at me…" he growled, his fingers digging into her hips to guide her rhythm.
She raised her eyelids, her eyes drowning in pleasure—golden flecks in the darkness of her dilated pupils. Their foreheads touched, and for a moment, they became one, suspended between two movements, two heartbeats. Then he thrust his hips upward brutally, and she let out a muffled cry, her breasts pressed against his chest, their hardened nipples rubbing against his damp skin with every oscillation.
"You drive me crazy…" he murmured against her mouth before gently biting her lip.
Shizune responded with a moan, her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red lines on his skin. "More…" she pleaded, her hips drawing lazy circles, seeking that perfect friction. "Yes… yes… like that…"
He obeyed, his hands moving up to grasp her breasts with renewed greed, pressing them together, his thumbs rubbing her nipples in precise movements. She arched, offering more of her flesh to his caresses, her hair a messy black cascade over her reddened shoulders.
"Do you like that?" he growled, increasing the pressure of his fingers.
Her response was a hoarse sob, her muscles clenching wildly around him. "I… I'm going to—"
The third orgasm hit her like lightning, her body shaking with uncontrollable spasms. She cried out, her forehead falling against his neck, her teeth sinking into his skin to muffle the sound. The burning tightness of her sex around him was too intense, a deep groan tearing from Sasuke as he emptied himself inside her, his fingers anchoring into her flesh as if to prevent her from escaping.
They remained entwined, panting, their breaths and sweat mingled. Shizune, collapsed against him, still trembled in subtle waves, each shiver prolonging their pleasure. He traced lazy lines along her back, feeling beneath his fingers the quivering of her hypersensitive skin.
When she finally lifted her face, her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from their kisses. She opened her eyes—half-lidded.
"Oh shit."
They dressed in silence, the scattered scrolls on the desk testifying to their encounter. Shizune adjusted her torn top, her breasts still visible through the damaged fabric. She glanced at him, a mix of shame and satisfaction in her eyes. "This can't happen again," she said, but her voice lacked conviction.
Sasuke smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We'll see, Shizune."
"No, and if Tsunade had seen us—"
She didn't even finish her sentence before there was a click at the door.