The kiss between Fubuki and Minato finally broke with a thick, wet smack.
A long, shiny strand of saliva stretched between their swollen lips for a full second before it snapped and fell across Fubuki's chin.
Minato's control was gone.
The heat of both women pressed against him, the scent of their dripping cunts thick in the air, the soft weight of their tits on his chest—it was too much.
He stood up from the bed in one fluid, powerful motion. The hard muscles in his abdomen flexed as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pants and shoved them down.
The heavy fabric hit the floor with a soft thud. Both women froze for a heartbeat, eyes locked on him like predators who had just been shown the only meal they would ever need. Then they moved at the same time.
Fubuki's fingers went straight to the ties of Kushina's dress. She pulled the knots free with deliberate, almost cruel slowness, watching every inch of pale skin that was revealed.
The soft fabric slipped from Kushina's shoulders and pooled around her waist, exposing a bright red bra patterned with delicate white flowers that matched the fiery shade of her hair almost perfectly.
The lace cups could barely contain her heavy breasts; soft flesh spilled over the top with every breath she took, the deep valley of cleavage looking soft enough to bury a face in.
Kushina returned the favor without hesitation, undoing Fubuki's own dress with the same slow, teasing precision.
Dark green silk slid down Fubuki's body like water, exposing a matching deep green bra that hugged her full, round breasts tightly.
The color was rich and elegant against her flushed skin, the lace cutting into the soft meat of her tits and making them look even more obscene.
They both paused, staring at each other with open, competitive hunger.
Kushina's lips curved into a small, wicked smile. "We're matching… our bras and our hair."
Fubuki's eyes traced the heavy curve of Kushina's tits, the way the red lace struggled to contain them, the way her nipples were already so hard they pushed visibly against the thin fabric.
"Yeah… we are." Her voice was low, almost reluctant, thick with pure lust. "You're ridiculously beautiful."
Kushina's gaze dropped to Fubuki's cleavage, watching the soft swell rise and fall with every breath, the dark green lace biting into pale flesh.
"So are you." The words came out quieter than she meant, almost admiring.
There was a sharp competitive edge under the mutual praise—both of them silently measuring the other, knowing they were sharing the same man, the same thick cock, the same bed.
Fubuki thought, If I were a man, I might have taken her as a wife too. Kushina thought the exact same thing about the woman in front of her.
Neither said it out loud.
Instead they simply kept looking, eyes traveling slowly over soft stomachs, wide hips, thick thighs, and the obvious dark, wet spots already spreading across the fabric between their legs.
Kushina's hand lifted almost without thinking and brushed the side of Fubuki's breast, just once, testing the soft weight.
Fubuki breath hitched, but she didn't pull away. She returned the touch, fingers trailing along the heavy underside of Kushina's tit, feeling how hot the skin was.
Then both of them looked up.
Minato had already kicked his underwear aside.
His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and already fully hard, the flushed head glistening with a thick bead of precum that slowly rolled down the underside like a pearl. It hung between his strong legs like a weapon, veins standing out sharply along the shaft, the sheer girth making both women's mouths go completely dry.
The head was swollen and dark, the shaft so thick that even their combined hands would struggle to wrap fully around it.
A second bead of precum formed and dripped, stretching in a shiny string before it snapped and fell to the floor.
They stared.
Neither of them moved for several long seconds. They had taken this cock many times before, had felt it stretch their pussies open until they cried and begged, yet every single time it still looked impossible—too thick, too long, the kind of cock that ruined a woman for anyone else.
Their throats worked as they swallowed in unison. Saliva already pooled under their tongues and threatened to spill.
Then their hands reached for him at the same time.
Soft, warm fingers wrapped around the base and the middle of his shaft. Even with both of them stroking, their hands couldn't fully cover him. The heat of his cock burned against their palms like a brand.
They leaned in close, faces only inches apart, the fat tip hovering right between their open mouths.
The musky, heavy scent of him filled their noses until they both felt dizzy with it. Saliva dripped from the corners of their lips onto the sheets in fat, shiny drops.
Kushina was the first to lick.
Her tongue dragged slowly from the very base all the way up the underside in one long, wet, deliberate stroke, leaving a shining trail of spit that caught the light.
Fubuki followed immediately, licking the other side with the same hungry, possessive pressure, her tongue flat and broad.
The dual sensation made Minato's toes curl hard against the floor. A low, rough groan tore out of his throat.
"Fuck… so good," he rasped.
They didn't stop.
Tongues circled the swollen head together, lapping up the precum like it was the sweetest thing they had ever tasted, then slid back down again in long, messy strokes.
Wet, soft sounds filled the room—
schlick… lick… wet drag… soft suck… wet flick.
Kushina took the tip into her mouth first, sealing her soft lips around it and sucking gently with hollowed cheeks while Fubuki licked and kissed the thick shaft below, her tongue tracing every raised vein.
Then they switched without a single word. Fubuki sealed her lips around the head and sucked harder, a low mmphh vibrating around him, while Kushina's tongue worked the underside and her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting lightly on the upstroke.
They started competing.
Kushina pushed farther, taking him deeper until the thick head bumped the back of her throat.
A wet, choked gluck sound escaped as she forced herself down, eyes watering, spit already starting to drip heavily from the corners of her mouth in thick streams.
She held it for as long as she could, throat fluttering and spasming around the thick intrusion, before she pulled off with a loud, filthy pop.
Long, shiny strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to his cock and stretched obscenely before they broke.
Fubuki immediately took her place—sinking down even farther, throat working around the thick shaft with wet, rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck sounds that were wetter and more desperate than Kushina's. Her nose almost touched his stomach.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, but she held it, throat convulsing around him before she finally pulled back gasping for air, spit running down her chin in thick, shiny rivers that dripped onto her green bra and soaked the lace.
They kept switching, faster and more frantic now.
One would deepthroat while the other licked his heavy, tight balls or stroked the spit-slick base with both hands.
Wet slurp… suck… pop… gluck… mmph… wet gag
sounds layered over each other, never the same twice.
Kushina moans around his cock were higher, needier—nnnhh… mmphh… ahh—while Fubuki's were lower, hungrier, almost growling with every wet, messy pull.
Spit ran down both of their chins in continuous shiny streams and dripped onto their still-covered breasts, soaking the lace of their matching bras until the fabric turned dark and translucent.
Their free hands had long since slipped between their own legs. Fingers rubbed frantically over soaked panties, the wet schlick-schlick-schlickof their own arousal mixing with the filthy sounds of the blowjob.
Kushina's panties were so wet they had turned almost transparent, clinging to her swollen folds. Fubuki's thighs were shiny all the way down to her knees with the thick juices that kept leaking out of her in steady rivulets.
Minato looked down at the two of them—fiery red hair and sleek dark hair, both faces flushed deep red, lips stretched obscenely around his cock whenever it was their turn, eyes glassy and desperate.
Their bodies were pure sin: heavy tits straining against matching bras that were now soaked with spit and their own juices, soft stomachs, wide hips, and the unmistakable thick scent of two dripping pussies filling the entire room until it was almost choking.
He wanted to fuck them both until neither of them could walk straight for days.
They worked him harder, more desperately, tongues swirling, throats opening wider, hands stroking in perfect messy rhythm.
Spit coated his entire cock until it shone under the light like it had been polished.
Every time one of them took him deep, the other would lean in and lick whatever she could reach—balls, shaft, the stretch of the other's lips around him, even the spit that dripped from the other's chin. The competition only made them wetter.
Kushina fingers were buried inside her own pussy now, three of them pumping in and out with loud, wet schlick-schlick sounds while she sucked.
Fubuki's clit was so swollen under her fingers that every brush made her moan brokenly around Minato's cock, the vibration traveling straight up his shaft.
But no matter how deep they took him, no matter how wet and loud and filthy the sucking became, he didn't come. He held back on purpose, watching them grow more frantic, more impatient, more desperate with every passing second.
Their thighs trembled.
Their free hands moved faster between their legs. Spit and cunt juice mixed on the sheets beneath them.
Finally both women pulled off at the same time with a thick, wet, overlapping pop.
Long, shiny strings of saliva stretched from their swollen, spit-covered lips all the way to his glistening cock. It stood between their faces, completely coated, throbbing visibly, even harder than before, the head so dark it looked almost purple.
Both of them looked up at him with the exact same desperate, impatient expression—mouths open, chests heaving, eyes burning with pure, mindless need.
They needed that cock inside them.
Right now.
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