The heavy, unmistakable scent of sex still saturated the large bedroom. It clung to the sheets, the curtains, the very air—thick with sweat, the musky sweetness of thoroughly used cunts, and the rich, salty smell of the cum Minato had already pumped into both women more than once that morning.
Golden light spilled through the half-drawn curtains, painting the tangled bodies on the bed in warm streaks.
Minato sat with his back against the carved headboard, legs spread wide. Fubuki straddled him, facing him, her soft thighs bracketing his hips as she rose and fell in a deep, deliberate rhythm.
Every time she sank down, her stretched cunt swallowed his thick cock with a wet, filthy schlick.
The sound was continuous, lewd, impossible to ignore.
Her full breasts swayed heavily right in front of his face. He had both hands full of them—fingers sinking into the soft, warm flesh, thumbs rolling over the stiff nipples, squeezing and lifting them so he could lean in and drag his tongue across the sensitive peaks while she rode.
"Ahhhh… Minato… you're still so hard…" Fubuki's voice was broken, breathy, almost dazed. "So thick… I can feel every vein… you're so deep…"
He answered by thrusting upward to meet her next descent, burying himself to the hilt and drawing a sharp, high cry from her throat.
His mouth closed around one nipple, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to make her walls flutter around him.
Beside them, Kushina lay completely spent on her back. Her wild red hair was a messy halo across the pillows.
Her legs remained loosely open, and a thick, creamy mixture of Minato's cum and her own juices slowly leaked from her swollen, puffy pussy in heavy white strands.
The mess had already soaked a dark, shiny patch into the sheets beneath her. Soft bite marks and red handprints covered her heavy breasts and the insides of her thighs.
She watched them through half-lidded blue eyes, a lazy, deeply satisfied smile on her lips even as another slow rivulet of cum slipped out of her and ran down the curve of her ass.
The door opened without a knock.
Mikasa Ackerman stepped inside, already speaking in her usual crisp, professional tone.
"Lord Minato, it is past seven. You were expected in the office at—"
The words died instantly.
The full scene hit her like a physical blow.
The overwhelming smell of sex.
The wet, rhythmic schlick-slap of Fubuki's cunt rising and falling on a cock so thick it stretched her open on every stroke.
Minato's hands openly mauling those soft, bouncing breasts, mouth still latched onto one nipple.
And Kushina—his wife—lying right beside them, completely naked, a large amount of thick white cum still slowly leaking from her well-used pussy onto the sheets in glistening strands.
Mikasa's grey eyes widened. A visible flush rose across her cheeks and down her neck, though she kept her expression carefully controlled. She had seen Minato with women before.
She had been one of those women more than once. But walking in on him mid-act, with his wife lying spent and dripping beside him, still managed to steal the air from her lungs for a second.
Minato did not stop.
He did not even slow down.
His hands kept squeezing and lifting Fubuki's soft tits as she continued to bounce on his cock.
He glanced over at Mikasa with a calm, almost lazy expression, as if she had simply walked in on him reading a report, while his hips kept rising to meet every downward drop of Fubuki's body.
"Mikasa," he said, voice steady despite the wet, filthy sounds of sex continuing beneath his words.
"You're early."
Fubuki looked over her shoulder, still rising and falling, a faint, unashamed smile on her lips. She made no move to cover herself. A fresh bead of her own arousal slid down the thick shaft as she sank all the way to the base again.
Kushina simply turned her head on the pillow and gave Mikasa a small, knowing wave with two fingers, the motion making another thick trickle of cum slip from her open cunt.
Mikasa's voice came out a fraction tighter than usual.
"It is seven o'clock, Lord Minato. You were scheduled to begin work at six. There is a significant amount of paperwork regarding the new eastern territories that requires your signature this morning. The council is already waiting."
Minato's hips rose again, driving deeper into Fubuki and drawing a sharp, high moan from her. He still did not stop. Instead he leaned in, dragged his tongue slowly across both of Fubuki's nipples, and answered while still tasting her skin.
"I'm doing more important work right now."
Mikasa's eyes narrowed slightly, though the flush on her cheeks had deepened.
"And what work would that be, exactly?"
He squeezed Fubuki's breasts together, pressed his face into the soft valley between them for a moment, then looked back at Mikasa with a slow, teasing smile.
"Keeping my women happy. Making sure they're properly fucked and full of me before the day starts. I consider that a priority." He thrust upward hard enough that Fubuki's moan turned into a short, broken cry. "You can hear how much she's enjoying it. Feel free to come closer if you want a better look."
Mikasa rolled her eyes so hard it was almost audible. The flush on her cheeks spread further down her neck.
"Of course you do."
Minato's gaze drifted openly over her formal secretary attire—the crisp white blouse that sat a little too neatly against her chest, the dark skirt that ended just above the knee, the way the fabric hinted at the strong, slender lines of her body underneath. His voice dropped into something lower, more intimate.
"You're welcome to join, Mikasa. There's room. Kushina's already been taken care of… thoroughly." He glanced sideways at his wife's still-leaking cunt for emphasis.
"But Fubuki and I can make space for you. You've taken this cock before. You know exactly how it feels when it stretches you open. You're already thinking about it… aren't you?"
Mikasa's thighs pressed together almost involuntarily beneath her skirt. She could feel the faint, traitorous throb between her legs—the vivid memory of how thick he was, how every time he pushed inside her it felt like the first time, forcing her walls to open around that massive girth until she could barely breathe.
The wet sounds of Fubuki's cunt, the sight of Kushina still leaking thick white cum, the heavy scent in the air… it all sank under her skin before she could stop it. A slow, warm slickness began to gather between her thighs.
She forced the feeling down and straightened her shoulders, though her voice came out a fraction softer than she intended.
"I will be in the office, Lord Minato. The paperwork will not sign itself. I expect you there within the next thirty minutes." She paused, grey eyes flickering once more to where Fubuki was still slowly rising and falling on his cock. "Please try not to keep the council waiting longer than necessary."
She turned on her heel and left, closing the door firmly behind her. The sharp, precise click of her shoes faded down the corridor.
The moment the door shut, Minato's expression shifted. The lazy amusement vanished, replaced by pure, focused hunger.
He wrapped both arms around Fubuki's waist, stood up in one powerful motion while still buried inside her, and turned them both.
Fubuki's back hit the mattress with a soft bounce.
He pulled out only long enough to flip her onto her hands and knees, then slammed back in from behind in one deep, brutal stroke that made her cry out.
"Ahhhhhh—yes—just like that—"
Minato gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks and began fucking her with long, powerful thrusts.
The wet slap-slap-slap of his hips meeting her soft ass filled the room again, louder and wetter than before. Her full breasts swung heavily beneath her with every impact.
He reached under, filled both hands with them, and squeezed roughly in time with his strokes, pinching the nipples while she pushed back against him with equal hunger.
"You liked being watched, didn't you?" he growled, voice rough with lust. "You stayed nice and wet the whole time Mikasa was standing there. Your cunt was fluttering around me every time she looked at us."
Fubuki's answer was half moan, half breathless, shameless laughter.
"I couldn't help it… the way she looked at your cock while it was inside me… ahhhh—fuck—it made me even wetter… I kept thinking about how it would feel if she joined…"
Kushina rolled onto her side to watch more comfortably, still too spent to move much, but her fingers drifted down between her own legs, slowly circling her sensitive, cum-smeared clit as she spoke.
"She's always been like that. She pretends she only cares about schedules and paperwork, but the moment she sees you fucking someone she gets that look in her eyes. Give her another week and she'll be in this bed with us, dripping just like we are."
Minato pulled almost all the way out of Fubuki, leaving only the thick, glistening head inside, then slammed back in to the hilt. The force made her arms buckle for a second.
"Maybe. But right now I'm more interested in this greedy pussy." He delivered a sharp slap to her ass, watching the soft flesh jiggle and bloom pink.
"Clench for me. Show me how much you still want it."
Fubuki obeyed immediately, walls tightening hard around the thick shaft. The added pressure drew a low, guttural groan from Minato.
He set a harder pace, one hand still mauling her swinging breast while the other held her hip steady so he could drive into her with short, deep strokes that kept the head kissing her cervix on every thrust.
"Ahhhhhh—Minato—so deep—you're going to make me cum again—"
"Then cum," he ordered, voice dark with command. "Soak my cock. I want to feel it."
He reached under her and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in tight, rough circles while his hips never slowed. Fubuki's moan climbed higher and higher until it broke into a long, shaking cry.
Her cunt clamped down in powerful, rhythmic pulses, hot juices flooding around his shaft as the orgasm ripped through her.
She collapsed forward onto her elbows, still pushing her ass back weakly, still taking every thick inch while her walls fluttered and milked him greedily.
Minato fucked her straight through it, only slowing when the last tremors began to fade.
He stayed buried deep inside her, breathing hard, one hand stroking slowly up and down her sweat-slick spine while the other gently squeezed one of her soft breasts.
Kushina's voice came soft and amused from beside them.
"You're going to be late for that paperwork, you know."
Minato glanced over at his wife—at the thick cream still slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy, at the lazy, satisfied smile on her face—and smirked.
"Let the council wait a little longer." He pulled almost all the way out of Fubuki, then sank back in with deliberate, deep pressure that made her whimper.
"I'm not done keeping my women happy yet."
Fubuki made a soft, exhausted but still needy sound beneath him, pushing back against his cock in silent agreement.
Kushina's fingers continued their slow circles between her own legs as she watched, already looking forward to whatever came next.
Outside the heavy door, the corridor was quiet.
Somewhere down the hall, Mikasa Ackerman walked toward the office with her usual precise steps.
The faint, insistent throb between her legs had not completely faded. She ignored it—as she always tried to—and focused on the stack of documents waiting on Minato's desk.
But the image of Fubuki bouncing on that thick cock, the sound of their wet joining, and the thick white cum still leaking from Kushina's spent body followed her all the way down the corridor, settling low in her belly like a promise she refused to acknowledge.
And Minato, still buried deep inside the soft, trembling woman beneath him, had no intention of leaving the bed anytime soon.
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