Chapter 157: Fuck Tsunade [1] 18+

Kael stayed standing over her in the shower, water still running. He reached down, cupped both of her heavy breasts, and pushed them together around his cock. The soft flesh swallowed him from base to head.

"Like this," he said.

Tsunade was already on her knees on the wet tiles. She looked up once, then focused on the thick length trapped between her tits. Kael wrapped his legs loosely around her sides, ankles crossing behind her back, locking her in place. The position left her no easy way to lean away.

He squeezed a fresh line of shampoo into the deep valley of her cleavage. Foam and water mixed at once. Tsunade brought her hands up, pressed her breasts tighter around him, and began to move. Slow at first—up the full length, down again—letting the slick heat of her skin glide over every inch.

"Mmm... ahh..."

The sound slipped out before she could stop it. She kept the rhythm steady, using the weight of her own body to stroke him. Soap bubbles ran down her stomach. The head of his cock appeared and disappeared between the upper curves of her breasts with every pass.

Kael’s voice stayed low. "Open your mouth."

She parted her lips. On the next upward stroke the swollen tip slid free of her cleavage and pushed straight onto her tongue. She closed around it, swirling in slow circles while her breasts continued their wet, soapy glide below.

"Schlick... schlick..."

The dual sensation made him thicken further. Tsunade’s eyes watered from the steam and the stretch at the corners of her mouth, but she did not stop. Up with her chest, down again, tongue working the head each time it reached her. Minutes stretched under the falling water. Her arms began to ache from the constant pressure; she adjusted and kept going.

Kael’s breathing turned rough. His hands covered hers, forcing her breasts even tighter. The strokes grew shorter, faster. She felt the first pulse against her tongue and pulled back just enough. Hot ropes spilled across the upper slopes of her breasts, thick and white against the flushed skin. Water immediately began to carry the mess away in thin streams that ran down her stomach and between her thighs.

She stayed on her knees, breathing hard, watching the last of it rinse clean.

Kael’s cock remained stiff, glistening under the spray. He stepped out of the shower, water still dripping from him, and reached for her. Both hands slid under her thighs. In one smooth motion he lifted her off the floor. Her legs locked around his waist on instinct. He carried her out of the bathroom, across the short hall, and into the bedroom without bothering to dry either of them.

They fell onto the bed together, sheets darkening under the water still clinging to their skin. Tsunade’s legs stayed wrapped around his hips. Kael braced above her and kissed her—deep, unhurried, tongue sliding against hers until she answered without thinking. One of his hands tangled in her damp hair; the other squeezed a breast hard enough to make her gasp into his mouth.

Something inside her had shifted over the last two days. Decades of nothing, of telling herself that part of life was finished, and now her body answered every touch like it had been waiting. She was wet in a way she had almost forgotten was possible. The ache between her legs was sharp and new. She knew how young he was. She knew the whole arrangement would end when the week was over and he would walk away without looking back. None of that stopped the heat spreading under her skin.

Kael broke the kiss and rested the head of his cock against her entrance. He did not push in.

"Do you want it?"

Her face burned. She turned her head. He slid two fingers through her folds instead, sank them deep, and curled. The sudden stretch dragged a broken sound from her throat.

"Mmm... ahh... hah..."

He worked the fingers slowly, scissoring, pressing against the sensitive front wall until her hips lifted off the mattress.

"Do you want it?" he asked again.

Tsunade’s voice came out low, almost lost under her own breathing. "Yes."

He pulled the fingers free, lined up, and drove in with one long thrust.

The pain was immediate—sharp, bright, the kind that comes from a place left unused for years. She cried out, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Ahh!"

Kael held still, buried to the hilt, giving her time. Her walls fluttered and clenched around the sudden invasion. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. He kissed them away, then kissed her mouth again while his hands found her breasts and squeezed.

When the worst of the burn eased he began to move. Slow, deep strokes that dragged every inch against her. The wet sound of it filled the quiet room.

"Uh... uh... uh... ngh!"

She could not keep the noises in. Each thrust forced another from her throat. Kael’s mouth stayed on hers, swallowing some of the sounds, while one hand stayed fisted in her hair and the other kept working her breast—pinching, rolling the nipple, squeezing the soft weight.

He reached sideways without leaving her, dragged a pillow under her hips, and settled her against it. The new angle tilted her pelvis up. He braced his arms straight, palms on the edge of the pillow, and drove deeper.

Tsunade’s legs locked around his waist, ankles crossed at the small of his back. Her hands gripped his shoulders. The position let him sink farther than before. Every stroke bottomed out with a soft, wet slap of skin.

"Pap-pap-pap-pap..."

"Ahh! Oh god... mmmph!"

She held on and took it. The earlier pain had melted into a thick, building pressure. Kael’s mouth found hers again. They kissed through the thrusts—messy, open, breathing into each other. His cock dragged against places that had not been touched in longer than she could remember. Her body answered with fresh wetness that made every withdrawal louder than the last.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah! there!"

He kept the rhythm steady, deep, unhurried. Sweat mixed with the leftover shower water on their skin. Tsunade’s breasts swayed with every impact. She could feel herself climbing toward something sharp and inevitable, but Kael showed no sign of finishing. He simply stayed inside her, moving, kissing, letting the heat between them keep rising while the week they had agreed to still stretched out ahead.

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