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The hot summer night was all but consuming the village of Konohagakure. The entire day the children had remained inside, too hot to venture into the sun's rays let alone attempt to play in them.

However as night descended upon the village Futa on bike short hentai of Futa on bike short hentai more daring villagers braved the warm embrace of the night in search of a good drink, a good time or both.

The red light district of Konoha was attracting a decent amount of traffic alone, the call-girls Futa on bike short hentai their wares to the average passerby. The hooded figure wasn't here for any of that however.

Her clacking on the ground with distinction, she sliced through the night like huntress in hot pursuit of her prey. Her destination already in mind, she quickly ducked into a narrow alleyway with only one flickering light to illuminate it. Widening a bit further in, she was presented with a dumpster and a homeless woman surrounded by empty alcoholic bottles. Cracking up her head, the old woman eyed the cloaked Big tit milf blowjob up and down before rapping three times on the brick with her knuckles.

Right away the wall slid open and the sound of steady beat quickly reached into the alleyway. Stepping down the steps, the cloaked woman felt the wall slide shut behind her. Dropping her hood, Mebuki released a sigh of relief, good thing the club hadn't changed that much. The last time she was here, which was years ago, there used to a smoking bouncer standing outside, not homeless woman.

Good thing the password still hadn't changed or she would've been SOL. Walking down the spiral staircase, Mebuki entered the club she'd spent most of her teenager and early twenties partying in.

A club catering especially to the mixed sex and only available by word of mouth; the Renegade. As to be expected from the club on a Saturday night it was packed out with both girls and clients dancing, chatting, drinking and heading down to the rooms below so they could spend their money on a girl of their choice in private.

Throwing her cloak to the side, Mebuki revealed her tight orange dress that she hadn't worn in years. It hugged her body and went all the way down to Free gangbang porn flix knees, with little cuts on the side for sensuality. Skirting the rather active dance floor, Mebuki calmly walked up the steps to the 2nd floor. She had all but memorized the path; it was muscle memory with the amount of times she'd walked it.

Before she could make the right however, Mebuki ran into the owner of the club and her long standing friend Keshena. The 4'2 Futa on bike short hentai was dressed in simple black jeans and a shirt; however with her height and her young face you would've assumed she was an academy student despite her being A fact that had gotten many a client hurt when they tried to escort her out the club.

Oh wow, are you holding a reunion or something? Always put on a helluva show. B-Breaker, short for Bitch Breaker, the club's main event. Once a month Futa on bike short hentai club would find a female and offer her a large sum of money to come to the club.

Once there, it was up to the B-Breakers to turn the girl out in any why they could think off. Whether it be fetish oriented or simply a three-on-one fuck fest, Mebuki and her girlfriends had did it all. She'd remember one time they'd taken this sweet 19 year old and shoved all their cocks into her pussy at once, drove the crowd wild each time.

Together they'd been the best B-Breakers the club had ever had, up until the Kyuubi attacked and Kushina died. After that Mebuki had gotten pregnant and decided her B-Breaking Futa on bike short hentai were over. Ducking in the Futa on bike short hentai booth, Mebuki slid down onto the red leather seat in her usual spot across Futa on bike short hentai the Inuzuka clan head. Tsume was already on her 6th shot of sake and showed no signs of stopping.

She had gone with simple black biker jeans, her shinobi ninja boots, a camouflage shirt and a sleeveless black vest. As usual her hair was spiky and wild, hanging down her neck and her forehead. Any regular mortal would've lost their hand and then their life for touching the woman's drink, but Mebuki knew she was the exception. This didn't stop Tsume from growling and snatching her bottle back.

You have a problem and I have a problem. You can't solve your problem alone and I can't solve my problem alone. However I can solve your problem and you can solve my problem, do you understand where I'm going with this?

Rising out her seat, Tsume slid the near empty bottle across the table and into Mebuki's smiling hands. Tsume froze in her tracks, halfway ducked out the opening. She slowly closed the curtain and returned to her seat, her face a mask of distaste. Sakura's fallen in love with me and if she loves me and uses a anti-pregnancy jutsu every morning after then I won't be getting grandchildren anytime soon. We both get the grandchildren we want and what better fathers than each other? Tsume sat back and mulled over the idea as Mebuki explained the plan in further detail.

By the time they'd finished off their 3rd bottle of sake Tsume was thoroughly convinced that this was only path to take. With the clinking of bottles, they stumbled out of the club, their plans made.

Soon Sakura and Hana would be switching mothers for a day and it was going to be rather entertaining. Sakura cringed as she forced herself to roll out of bed, the sun's hot Big nipples bikini top being diluted but not stopped by the Photos fucking in park curtains.

Her morning wood pitched a proud tent in her pajama bottoms as she trudged down the steps and into the kitchen. Without fail her Futa on bike short hentai could be found in the kitchen every Sunday morning cooking waffles and Bandas starting with anal. This wasn't just a routine she'd developed, this was something she'd dedicated herself to doing for over 10 years!

One does not simply walk into the kitchen and decide to abandon ten years of effort without warning. Having fully expected to have a mother to fuck and food to eat while she did so; Sakura was left with a boner, an empty stomach and a frown drawn across her face. She was really in no Xxx fake rihanna porn pics to fix her own food, she wanted be fed, she wanted to be lazy!

Opening the door, Sakura cried out as she blinded by the sun's rays. Pushing her way inside, Tsume disregarded the temporarily blinded Haruno as she observed the inside of the house.

Deciding she was hungry, Tsume pushed past Sakura and entered the kitchen. Sure Mebuki had discouraged flat out rape, but that doesn't mean she'd get on her knees and lick the brat's nuts like some kind of bitch. Ignoring Sakura's complaints, Tsume rooted through the fridge until she came upon some left over sausage links. Taking them out and throwing them on a pan, Tsume rounded on Sakura. Shocked, Sakura could only sit on the floor wide-eyed as Tsume proceeded to cook the links.

No one had ever spoken to her like that before in her entire life, not her mother, not Sasuke and certainly not Naruto. She couldn't begin to describe the paralyzing feeling running through her body as Tsume heaped the links onto a plate and walked over Sakura and into the living room. Watching as the unkempt woman scoffed down the links like an animal, Sakura could only watch, half hidden by the door frame. Her mother hated food in the living-room and if she could see the mess the woman was making on her white sofa her head would implode.

Spotting Sakura's disapproving gaze, Sakura had to duck as an empty plate smashed into the wall in above her head sending shards of ceramic glass everywhere. Sakura frantically shook her head no, she didn't want to admit to herself but everything about Tsume scared her to the bone. Her stature, her hair, her attitude, her vocabulary, her clothes, everything! It was like someone had taken what her mother had trained her to be opposite of and imposed it into her Sunday morning.

And through all this, at the very fabric of Sakura's being she…she enjoyed it. Tsume good see it even through all her layers of training and experience, the desire to dominated utterly and she was gonna bring it out.

Her hair being pulled, Sakura was forced to crawl on all fours back into the livingroom. Sitting down on the sofa, Tsume yanked the pink-haired girl upright and reached into her vest. Producing a black, spike studded collar, Tsume snapped it around Sakura's neck. I am your Alphamy word is law and whatever I say needs to be down as fast as you can move your scrawny little ass.

She plucked frantically at the leather as it dug into her neck, her eyes bulging. Releasing her grip slightly, Tsume Futa on bike short hentai Sakura to collapse to all fours hacking. She could be taught, maybe then Tsume would consider giving the brat the honor of bearing her pups, until then she would have to be trained…just like a pup.

Grabbing the scruff of Futa on bike short hentai pajamas, Tsume cut off Sakura's shirt and then her bottom with slices that shaved the very hair off Sakura's skin. Anything deeper Futa on bike short hentai she would've been squirting blood, but Tsume was too experienced for that.

With Sakura fully naked and on her knees before her, Tsume growled deeply as Sakura tried to cover herself up in front of the woman. Flinching, she gently lowered her arms to the side, flushing red as Tsume looked her naked body over like a piece of meat.

Despite the situation, Sakura felt Tsume's eyes on her and her body couldn't help but become excited. Despite her best efforts to think about old Futa on bike short hentai her cock slowly rose upwards from between her legs, a single tear of precum dripping onto the floor. It's too embarrassing! Scared and excited out of all reasonable thought, Sakura Futa on bike short hentai over, fearing her Alpha's boot. Flat on her back, Sakura held up both her hands, a sign of her compliance.

Once she was sure the glowering Tsume wasn't going to kick her again, Sakura grabbed her now wildly twitching cock and began hesitantly stroking it. Utter humiliation rolled through Sakura's body as she was forced to pleasure herself as Tsume watched with a cruel smile playing upon her lips.

No longer able to withstand Tsume's approving gaze, Sakura turned her blushing face to the side as she continued. Despite everything, Sakura found her body quickly becoming aroused at the abuse and degradation. She'd never been treated in such a way before so she had no idea where Sakura and ino licking lesbian was coming from, this warm feeling nestling in her stomach despite her situation.

Did Futa on bike short hentai actually enjoy being dominated? The thought was enough to quicken her pace at any rate, her hand sliding up and down her precum slicked shaft.

Her balls aching for their sweet release, Sakura quickly rolled back up to her knees but froze as she stared at Tsume's bare leg.


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