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Daddy Ch 1 — Lace of Surrender

Boruto wasn’t kinky—or so he thought until time travel landed him in a past where his father was a teenage fantasy.

Young Naruto was a twink in every sense: blonde hair glowing like a summer sunrise, blue eyes sparkling with naive ambition, and a heart-shaped ass that could stop hearts. His slim waist, golden skin, and perky, teasing body moved with oblivious grace, those orange pants hugging curves that begged to be claimed. His playful grins, accidental brushes against Boruto’s arm, and cheeky banter were a siren’s call.

When Naruto invited Boruto to crash at his dingy apartment, his clueless charm was torture that Boruto couldn’t resist.

The first day, Naruto sprawled on the couch, shirt riding up to expose a sliver of toned stomach, legs splayed carelessly, his thighs flexing under tight orange fabric.

His twinkish body screamed temptation, and his teasing grin as he nudged Boruto’s shoulder— “What’s with you, staring like I’m some kinda snack?” —sent heat through Boruto’s veins. Boruto sat close, his knee brushing Naruto’s, the contact electric.

“Maybe you are a snack,” he murmured, voice husky.

Naruto’s cheeks flushed, but he laughed, tossing his head, blonde hair bouncing, his slim waist curving just so.

“Psh, you’re weird!” he teased, his touch lingering, oblivious to the predator in the room.

Boruto pushed further, his hand drifting to Naruto’s knee, lingering.

“You let anyone else get this close?” he teased, his breath hot against Naruto’s ear.

The blonde’s blush deepened, his voice stuttering.

“N-no, I mean, not really…”

His innocent confusion, paired with that perky ass and teasing grin, was a fucking aphrodisiac.

Boruto slung an arm around Naruto’s shoulders, fingers grazing the nape of his neck, feeling the shiver it drew. The musky scent of Naruto’s skin, faintly sweaty from training, hit Boruto like a drug, his cock twitching at the thought of claiming that twinkish body.

That night, Boruto’s restraint snapped.

Naruto was changing, peeling off his shirt to reveal pink, pert nipples against a lean, twinkish chest that glowed in the dim lamplight. His orange pants clung to his hips, outlining that heart-shaped ass as he bent to kick them off, a teasing sway in his movements.

Boruto crossed the room in two strides, pinning Naruto against the wall.

The younger blonde gasped, eyes wide, but his body melted under Boruto’s weight, heat pouring off his golden skin, the musky scent of his arousal intoxicating.

“B-Boruto, what—”

Boruto’s hand slid down Naruto’s side, tracing the slim curve of his waist before cupping that perky ass.

“You’re too fucking pretty to tease like that,” he growled, kneading the flesh through thin cotton.

Naruto’s squeak—high-pitched, desperate—sent a bolt of lust through Boruto’s cock.

He peeled Naruto’s pants down slowly, savoring the way the fabric clung to his thighs, revealing that heart-shaped ass inch by inch.

Naruto’s breath hitched, his hands twitching as if to cover himself, but Boruto’s stare—dark, commanding—held him in place.

“Don’t move, baby,” he murmured, snapping the waistband of Naruto’s tighty-whities, drawing a whimper.

He pushed Naruto into the mattress, stripping him bare, and drank in the sight—golden skin, trembling muscles, and those sensitive nipples begging for attention, all framed by that twinkish body made for sin.

Boruto groped Naruto’s ass, squeezing hard, then kissed his neck, sucking a dark hickey that marked him as his.

Boruto fucked him slow at first, savoring the tight, warm grip of Naruto’s hole, the way it clenched around his cock like it was built for him.

Naruto’s moans were pure filth—raw, boyish, edged with shame—each one stoking the fire in Boruto’s gut.

The musky scent of their arousal filled the room, mingling with the tang of sweat.

Boruto teased those pert nipples, pinching and twisting until Naruto sobbed, his cock leaking against his slim stomach.

“Fuck, you’re such a slut,” Boruto growled, slamming deeper, his hands bruising Naruto’s plush hips, groping as he kissed his neck, leaving another hickey.

The blonde’s hole spasmed, milking him, and Boruto came hard, pumping thick, hot seed into that twitching, ruined heat.

Naruto lay panting, dazed, his twinkish body glistening with sweat and cum, tears streaking his whiskered cheeks.

Boruto slid off the bed, rummaging through his bag with a wicked grin.

He pulled out a black lace thong—skimpy, barely there, the kind that screamed whore.

“Got a gift for you, baby,” he said, tossing it onto Naruto’s chest.

The blonde’s eyes widened, cheeks flaming as he fingered the delicate fabric, his cock twitching despite the shame flooding his face.

“W-what’s this?” he stammered, voice thick with embarrassment, arousal, and confusion.

Boruto’s grin was feral, his sadistic glee bubbling.

“Your new uniform, slut. Wear it tomorrow. For Daddy.”

Naruto’s blush deepened, his blue eyes darting away, but the way his cock twitched betrayed his arousal.

He opened his mouth to protest, but Boruto’s stare—dark, possessive—silenced him.

“Don’t disappoint me,” Boruto murmured, ruffling Naruto’s hair, his touch tender yet commanding, kissing his neck to leave one last hickey.

Naruto nodded, dazed, his twinkish body trembling, the thong a humiliating promise of deeper submission.

The next day, Naruto was a nervous wreck, his twinkish charm laced with needy anticipation. He’d slipped on the thong under his pants, the black lace biting into his slim hips, rubbing against his sensitive hole with every step. Boruto noticed the way he shifted, the faint wince when the fabric chafed his golden skin, and it made his cock throb.

They were in Naruto’s apartment, the air thick with the musky scent of arousal and sweat, the window cracked open to let in a cool breeze—and the distant murmur of the village, adding a filthy thrill of exposure. Naruto tried to act normal, stirring a pot of ramen, but his hands shook, and his teasing grins were shy, his blue eyes darting to Boruto with want.

Boruto cornered him in the kitchen, pressing him against the counter, his hands sliding under Naruto’s shirt to grope his lean chest, teasing those pert nipples.

“Wearing my gift, baby?” he purred, tugging Naruto’s pants down to reveal the thong.

The black lace framed that heart-shaped ass like a masterpiece, the strap sinking between his cheeks, damp with sweat and precum. Naruto’s breath hitched, his twinkish body trembling as Boruto snapped the thong’s strap, the sharp crack drawing a high-pitched whine.

“Fuck, you’re a teasing little slut,” Boruto growled, his fingers tracing the lace, teasing the puffy, cum-slick rim beneath, the musky scent of Naruto’s arousal driving him wild. He kissed Naruto’s neck, sucking a hickey, his hands groping his ass, squeezing hard.

He spun Naruto around, pushing him onto his knees on the hardwood floor. The thong barely covered Naruto’s cock, hard and leaking, the lace stained with precum. Boruto yanked the strap aside, spitting onto Naruto’s hole and watching it glisten, mixing with last night’s cum. He slid inside, groaning at the tight, velvet heat, the thong’s strap rubbing against his cock with every thrust.

Naruto’s moans were louder, raw and eager, his hands scrabbling at the floor as Boruto fucked him harder, the lace chafing his skin, leaving red welts. Boruto groped Naruto’s ass, then kissed his neck, leaving another hickey, his sadistic glee flaring.

“Summon your clones, baby,” Boruto growled, snapping the thong to make Naruto squeak.

Four shadow clones appeared, each in the same skimpy thong, their twinkish bodies twisted into depraved positions.

One was bent over the table, thong pulled tight as a clone-Boruto spanked his ass red, each crack echoing with wet slaps, cum dripping down his thighs. Another knelt near the open window, thong pushed aside as he gagged on a thick cock, spit and precum coating his chin, the risk of being heard making him whimper.

A third was pinned against the wall, legs spread as a clone fucked him sideways, the thong tied around his wrists, binding him as he sobbed. The fourth lay on the floor, thong soaked with cum as a clone rimmed his hole, tongue lapping at the lace, making him scream.

The real Naruto was the star—his body trembling under Boruto, the thong’s strap snapping with every brutal thrust, his hole clenching eagerly.

Boruto yanked the thong off, using it to gag Naruto, the cum-soaked lace muffling his moans.

“You’re Daddy’s cum-hungry bitch, aren’t you?” he taunted, tying Naruto’s wrists with another thong from his bag, the fabric biting into his golden skin.

Naruto’s eyes sparkled with tears and need, his submission willing, sparks of joy flickering as he leaned into the degradation, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

“Say it,” Boruto growled, spitting on Naruto’s face, the saliva dripping down his cheek.

Naruto’s muffled voice broke through the gag.

“I’m… Daddy’s bitch…”

Boruto’s cock pulsed, his thrusts erratic.

He yanked the gag out, kissing Naruto’s neck, sucking more hickeys, his hands grabbing Naruto’s chest and ass, squeezing until he sobbed with pleasure.

“Good boy,” he purred, snapping his fingers.

The clones vanished, and Naruto’s scream shattered the air as four orgasms slammed into him. His twinkish body arched, cum spurting across the floor, soaking the thong in sticky ropes.

His hole clamped down on Boruto’s cock, spasming wildly, and Boruto fucked him through it, the wet squelch mingling with Naruto’s sobs. Sweat dripped from Boruto’s brow, mixing with the mess on Naruto’s skin, the musky scent of their arousal thick.

“Perfect fucking slut,” Boruto growled, biting Naruto’s shoulder, leaving a bruising mark as he came, flooding that tight heat with seed.

Naruto collapsed, the thong tangled around his wrists, his face flushed with a shy, joyful smile, his submission a source of twisted pleasure.

Boruto stroked Naruto’s hair, kissing his neck tenderly.

“Keep the thong, baby. Wear it every day. It’s a reminder of who owns you.”

Naruto’s eyes fluttered, dazed but content, his twinkish body trembling, the lace marking him as Boruto’s.

Boruto stepped into the kitchen, his heart pounding like a war drum. His dad—older, broader, weighed down by Hokage duties—was scrubbing dishes, Hinata’s frilly apron tied around his waist. The domesticity was almost comical, but Boruto’s gaze locked on Naruto’s hips, the way his pants hugged that thick, heart-shaped ass, still as tempting as his twinkish youth.

Hinata and Himawari were out shopping, leaving the house silent except for the clinking of dishes and Naruto’s distracted humming, a nostalgic ramen-shop tune. Boruto leaned against the doorway, his cock twitching as memories flooded back—Naruto’s perky ass in that black lace thong, his eager moans as he surrendered.

Naruto bent to grab a sponge, and his pants dipped, revealing a glimpse of black lace. Boruto’s breath caught. The same fucking thong. Worn thin, stretched from years of use, but unmistakable, hugging Naruto’s thick ass like a dirty secret.

The sight sent a jolt of arousal through him, his cock hardening instantly, precum beading at the tip. Why was he wearing it? A subconscious echo of that night, when his twinkish body trembled under Boruto’s touch? A buried need to feel owned? Boruto imagined Naruto slipping it on that morning, his fingers trembling as the lace grazed his skin, those mantras whispering: I’m Daddy’s bitch. My body’s Daddy’s plaything.

Boruto stripped silently, his clothes hitting the floor with a soft thud. Naruto was oblivious, scrubbing a plate with focused intensity, his broad shoulders flexing under his shirt, the apron swaying. Boruto’s pulse roared, the risk insane—Hinata could walk in any minute, her keys jangling—but it only made it hotter.

He crept closer, the cool tiles chilling his bare feet, his hands trembling with need. Naruto’s guard was down, the Hokage softened by home. Boruto’s fingers hovered over Naruto’s pants, his heart thundering. Time to reclaim his slut.

With a sharp tug, Boruto yanked Naruto’s pants and boxers down, the thong fully exposed, the black lace cutting into Naruto’s hips, framing that heart-shaped ass like a trophy. Naruto yelped, spinning around, his face a mix of shock and shame.

“Boruto?! What the—”

His words cut off as Boruto’s hand slapped his ass, the thong’s strap snapping with a crack.

The red mark bloomed, and Naruto’s squeak—high-pitched, familiar—sent a bolt of lust through Boruto.

“Still wearing my gift, huh, baby?” Boruto purred, pressing against Naruto’s back, grinding his cock against the lace, the friction making him groan.

Naruto’s blush deepened, his eyes fogging with lust, but guilt and the weight of being Hokage clashed with those mantras. His internal reflection was raw—the thong, a relic of his twinkish youth, had marked him as Boruto’s, and its pull was undeniable.

Boruto spat into his hand, slicked his cock, and shoved it into Naruto’s tight hole. Naruto gasped, his body seizing as Boruto stretched him, a high-pitched moan escaping.

The thong rubbed against Naruto’s shaft with every thrust, chafing his skin and leaving red welts. The kitchen filled with the wet slap of skin, Naruto’s moans mixing with those familiar squeaks. The musky scent of their arousal mingled with the faint soap smell, the air thick with sweat and sin.

“Fuck, still so tight,” Boruto growled, his hands bruising Naruto’s hips as he thrust deeper. He groped Naruto’s thick ass, squeezing the plush flesh, the tactile heat driving him wild. He kissed Naruto’s neck, sucking a dark hickey that bloomed against Naruto’s skin, marking him as owned.

Naruto’s mind stormed—shame at betraying his role, guilt at the pleasure, and a spark of joy as those mantras flooded back. The thong’s lace burned against his skin, a searing reminder of his twinkish youth. Boruto fucked him against the counter, dishes clattering to the floor, water pooling, the kitchen a chaotic mess of soap and depravity.

“Wrong name, cum-hungry whore,” Boruto growled, spanking Naruto’s ass until it glowed red around the lace.

“Try again.”

Naruto’s voice broke, thick with shame and need.

“D-Daddy…”

His surrender was a crack in his resistance, the word a twisted prayer.

Boruto’s grin was triumphant, his thrusts growing brutal.

“That’s my good bitch,” he growled, groping Naruto’s chest, tugging at his nipples through the shirt, drawing sobs that echoed the past.

He kissed Naruto’s neck, leaving a constellation of hickeys, his sadistic glee flaring as Naruto trembled.

Naruto’s cock leaked against the thong, staining it with precum, his body shuddering under the onslaught. The pleasure was a tidal wave, washing away his guilt, leaving only the joy of surrender. He pushed back against Boruto’s thrusts, his moans eager, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

The thong’s significance burned in Naruto’s mind, tying him to his twinkish past and Boruto’s unrelenting control. He embraced his role as Daddy’s slut, the musky scent of their arousal overwhelming, each thrust a reminder of who he belonged to.

Boruto yanked Naruto to the floor, his knees hitting the tiles with a thud. The thong was a ruin—stretched, soaked with sweat and cum. Boruto fucked him there, relentless, his hands groping Naruto’s ass, squeezing as he kissed his neck, leaving more hickeys.

The wet squelch mingled with Naruto’s moans, groans, squeaks, sobs—as Boruto spat onto his hole, watching it glisten against the thong.

“You’re Daddy’s cum-slut, aren’t you?” he taunted, snapping the thong’s strap, the lace rubbing Naruto’s leaking cock.

Naruto’s guilt melted, joy flickering as he pushed back, a shy smile tugging at his lips, his body craving Boruto’s control.

Boruto pulled out, sitting against the cabinet, cock slick with cum and spit.

“Ride me, slut,” he growled, patting his lap, a wicked grin spreading.

Naruto’s eyes sparkled with shame and radiant joy.

He straddled Boruto, the thong chafing his thick thighs, and lowered himself onto Boruto’s cock, a high-pitched moan escaping as it filled him.

He bounced, hips rolling, thighs flexing, the thong’s strap snapping with every movement. The wet slap echoed, mingling with Naruto’s reverent chants of “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,” his voice thick with joy.

Boruto groaned, his hands groping Naruto’s ass, squeezing as he kissed his neck, sucking hickeys that bloomed dark against his skin.

“Fuck, look at you, bouncing like a proper cum-hungry whore,” he taunted, snapping the thong’s strap to make Naruto squeak, the lace rubbing against his leaking cock, staining it with precum.

Naruto’s joy was undeniable—his eyes sparkled, a radiant smile breaking through as he leaned into Boruto’s kisses, seeking more.

His hands braced on Boruto’s shoulders, nails digging in, his body trembling as he rode harder, the musky scent of their sweat and cum filling the air, the kitchen a den of chaos, dishes scattered, water dripping.

A jangle of keys snapped Boruto’s attention to the door. Hinata. Naruto’s eyes widened, panic flashing, but he scrambled to pull up his pants, the thong and boxers tangling as he yanked them over his cum-slick thighs, wincing as the lace chafed.

Boruto stood, pressing behind Naruto, arms around his waist in a faux hug, his hard cock grinding subtly against Naruto’s ass through the fabric. To Hinata, it looked tender, but Boruto’s smug grin and the hickey peeking above Naruto’s collar told the truth.

Hinata stepped inside, arms laden with bags, her voice bright.

“Oh, you two! Bonding in the kitchen?”

She smiled, oblivious, setting the bags down.

Naruto’s heart raced, his face flushed with guilt and lingering joy, but he managed a shaky laugh.

“Y-yeah, just… helping with dishes,” he stammered, his voice hoarse, the thong’s damp lace rubbing his sensitive hole.

Boruto’s hands tightened, a possessive squeeze, his breath hot against Naruto’s ear as he whispered,

“Good boy.”

Hinata chatted about shopping, unaware, then headed upstairs to check on Himawari, leaving them alone.

Boruto’s grin turned feral. He yanked Naruto’s pants down, the thong exposed, cum and sweat glistening on the lace.

“Almost got caught, cum-slut,” he growled, bending Naruto over the sink.

The kitchen was a wreck—dishes scattered, water pooling, the thong a cum-soaked ruin. Boruto fucked him slow and deep, savoring the way Naruto’s hole clenched, a tight, pulsing grip building.

Naruto’s anal walls squeezed Boruto’s cock, the heat and pressure overwhelming. Boruto groaned, his cock throbbing at the vise-like hold, the sensation driving him wild.

“Fuck, your hole’s gripping me like a vice,” he taunted, his voice thick with lust.

“You needy bitch,” Boruto growled, his hands groping Naruto’s ass, squeezing the plush flesh as he thrust deeper. He kissed Naruto’s neck, sucking a dark hickey, the musky scent of their arousal thick in the air. The wet squelch of their bodies echoed, a filthy symphony of depravity.

Naruto’s moans filled the kitchen,

“Yes, Daddy… thank you, Daddy,”

His voice was thick with joy. He pushed back against Boruto’s thrusts, his body trembling, fully given over to his role as Boruto’s slut. His radiant smile broke through, a testament to his surrender.

The thong chafed Naruto’s skin, leaving red welts that made Boruto’s cock throb harder. Each thrust was a reminder of the thong’s significance, tying Naruto to his twinkish past. His joy was a hymn, sung in every eager moan and desperate push back.

Naruto’s reflection was clear—the thong had marked him as Boruto’s, a relic of his youth that still held power. His surrender was complete, his body and mind yielding to Boruto’s unrelenting control, the pleasure washing away any lingering guilt.

The kitchen was a chaotic shrine to their taboo, the musky scent of sweat and cum hanging heavy. Naruto’s moans grew louder, each one a reverent chant, his body trembling under Boruto’s sadistic glee and twisted affection.

Boruto spun Naruto around, lifting him onto the counter, legs spread wide, the thong tangled around his thighs. He fucked him relentlessly, his hands groping Naruto’s chest, pinching his nipples as he kissed his neck, leaving hickeys. The musky scent of sweat, cum, and arousal hung heavy, Naruto’s joyful surrender etched into every moan, every eager thrust back.

The risk of Hinata’s return lingered, a creak of floorboards upstairs making Boruto’s pulse race, but it fueled his desire.

“You love being my bitch, don’t you?” he growled, spitting onto Naruto’s hole, watching it glisten against the thong.

Naruto’s response was blissful,

“I’m yours, Daddy.”

His smile radiant as he clutched Boruto’s shoulders, his anal walls squeezing again, the tight grip pushing Boruto over the edge.

Boruto’s thrusts grew erratic, his hands bruising Naruto’s hips as he came, flooding Naruto’s hole with seed that dripped onto the counter, the thong a testament to their depravity. Naruto’s orgasm followed, cum splattering across his stomach, his smile blissful as he nuzzled Boruto’s neck, seeking his warmth.

Boruto pulled him close, kissing his neck tenderly, stroking his hair.

“My perfect little bitch,” he whispered, his cock still buried deep, the kitchen a chaotic shrine to their taboo. Naruto’s reflection was clear—the thong, a relic of his twinkish youth, had marked him as Boruto’s, and he embraced it, his joy a twisted hymn to his surrender.

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Daddy Ch 2 — Veil of Sin

The morning sun slipped through Naruto’s bedroom curtains, casting a faint golden haze over the cluttered space. Scrolls teetered precariously on the nightstand, and an orange jacket lay crumpled by the bed. The air carried the warm, buttery scent of Hinata’s cooking downstairs. Her soft, melodic voice drifted upward over eggs and bacon sizzle, while Himawari’s high-pitched giggles wove through like a gentle song.

Naruto stood before his mirror, introspective and weighed down by duty. His Hokage robes hung unbuttoned, revealing a broad chest and thick, golden hips. His fingers fumbled nervously with the collar, his blue eyes shadowed, and his whiskers twitched as he avoided meeting his own reflection.

Beneath his boxers, the black lace thong—a humiliating gift from Boruto years ago—clung tightly to his skin. The worn lace bit into his inner thighs, a secret shame that stirred a faint, buried heat, chafing his soft cock with every subtle shift.

Boruto slipped in, the door locking with a sharp click that made Naruto flinch, his breath catching painfully in his throat. “B-Boruto,” Naruto stammered, eyes darting nervously to the floor, his body frozen as if bound by invisible chakra chains.

Boruto’s smirk was wicked, his steps silent and deliberate as he closed the distance between them. The air crackled with forbidden heat. “Morning, baby,” he purred, his voice a low, gravelly growl. One hand cupped Naruto’s jaw, forcing their eyes to lock, his thumb brushing lightly over Naruto’s trembling lips.

Naruto’s cheeks flamed crimson, his voice barely a whisper. “Hinata’s downstairs, Himawari’s—” But before he could finish, Boruto’s other hand yanked open Naruto’s robes. With one rough tug, he shoved down Naruto’s boxers, revealing the delicate black lace thong, biting into Naruto’s plush hips like a brand. The fabric stretched tight over his soft, twitching cock.

Naruto’s squeak—a high-pitched, painfully shy sound—escaped as Boruto’s fingers traced the strap of the thong, snapping it sharply against his skin. The sting sent a shudder rippling through his thick thighs. Boruto’s grin widened, hands roaming freely, groping Naruto’s ass with deliberate hunger. He squeezed the soft, golden flesh until it flushed a deep red beneath the lace, his fingers digging in, leaving faint bruises.

“Still wearing my gift, huh, Hokage slut?” Boruto taunted, lips trailing to Naruto’s neck, kissing with hot, deliberate intent. He sucked a dark hickey that pulsed against the sensitive skin, the wet heat of his tongue licking the mark, salty sweat beading beneath it.

Naruto’s introversion held firm—body rigid, eyes squeezed shut—but the chafing lace of the thong sparked a flicker of arousal deep inside. His cock stirred, precum beading through the fabric, soaking it dark.

Boruto’s fingers teased further, slipping beneath the thong to graze Naruto’s balls. He rolled them gently, the weight heavy in his palm, drawing a soft, shaky mewl from Naruto’s lips.

“So sensitive,” Boruto murmured, pinching Naruto’s nipples through the open robes, twisting just enough to make Naruto’s knees buckle. His high-pitched whimper filled the room, muffled by his own bitten lip.

Boruto knelt, breathing hot against Naruto’s inner thigh, kissing the red welts where the thong chafed. His tongue flicked out to lap at the sensitive skin, the musky scent of Naruto’s arousal flooding his senses.

Naruto’s hands clutched the edge of the mirror, introversion screaming to stop him, but Boruto’s lips moved lower, to his hole, kissing the puffy rim through the thong. Then, carefully pulling the lace aside, Boruto rimming him, his tongue slow and probing, circling the tight muscle.

The wet slur of his tongue clashed with the domestic sizzle of eggs cooking downstairs.

Naruto’s moans were soft, restrained, his introversion holding back the flood. But Boruto’s tongue pushed deeper, lapping at his walls, spit dripping down Naruto’s thighs, mingling with his precum.

“Fuck, you taste like mine,” Boruto growled, standing, his hands roaming Naruto’s ass again. He spanked one cheek sharply, the crack ringing out—but Naruto sealed the sound with a silencing jutsu, cast instinctively—a nod to his skill—trapping their sin from Hinata’s ears.

Boruto’s cock was out now, thick and veined, precum glistening as he spat into his hand, slicking himself up. He teased Naruto’s hole, rubbing the tip against the rim, the wet squelch loud.

Naruto’s shy squeaks grew desperate, his body trembling, introversion fraying at the edges.

Boruto guided Naruto to the bed, laying him on his back in missionary style. Naruto’s thick legs spread wide, the thong snapped aside, his hole glistening with spit.

Boruto hovered above, kissing Naruto’s neck, sucking another hickey, his lips trailing to Naruto’s collarbone where he bit softly, leaving a bruising mark.

His hands roamed, groping Naruto’s chest, pinching his nipples until they hardened, drawing high-pitched mewls. Naruto’s eyes fluttered, his introversion still clinging tightly.

Boruto’s fingers found Naruto’s balls again, fondling and rolling the heavy orbs, squeezing gently. The heat and weight made Naruto’s cock leak, precum pooling on his stomach, the thong soaked and chafing red welts into his skin.

“Beg for it, slut,” Boruto growled, his cock teasing Naruto’s rim, circling but not entering, the wet squelch a merciless torment.

Naruto’s voice was thick, shy, “Please… Daddy,” his cheeks burning bright, eyes squeezed shut.

Boruto eased in slowly, the stretch sharp and burning, Naruto’s tight heat gripping him like a vice. His shy squeaks softened into gentle moans as Boruto filled him, inch by agonizing inch.

The fuck was deliberate—Boruto’s thrusts slow and deep, dragging against Naruto’s walls, each one hitting his prostate, drawing raw, slutty moans. Naruto’s introversion cracked, his joy blossoming.

The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard tapping against the wall. The musky scent of sweat and cum rose, clashing with the distant aroma of breakfast—eggs, bacon, miso—heightening the delicious taboo.

Boruto fondled Naruto’s balls throughout, fingers rolling and squeezing, tugging gently. The sensation made Naruto’s moans climb higher, his cock throbbing, leaking thick ropes of precum.

“Fuck, these are heavy,” Boruto taunted, his other hand roaming to Naruto’s ass, spanking it hard. The crack was muffled, red marks glowing brightly around the thong.

He kissed Naruto’s neck, sucking a third hickey, his tongue lapping at the sweat, the salty taste fueling his sadistic delight.

Naruto’s shy smile finally broke through, joy radiating as his legs wrapped tightly around Boruto’s waist, pulling him deeper. His hole clenched eagerly, milking Boruto’s cock with hungry precision.

The wet slap of skin grew louder, sweat dripping from Boruto’s brow onto Naruto’s chest, mingling with the cum leaking from his stretched hole.

But Boruto paused again, pulling out completely, his cock glistening with spit and precum, rubbing it against Naruto’s puffy rim, the wet squelch deafening, Naruto sobbing, “Daddy, please, I need it!” His voice cracked, his joy desperate, his hole clenching empty, precum pooling on his stomach, the thong chafing his leaking cock, red welts blooming brighter.

Boruto taunted, “Look at you, Hokage slut, begging for my cock,” kissing Naruto’s neck, sucking a fourth hickey, his lips biting the sensitive skin, leaving a bruising mark.

He teased Naruto’s rim with his fingers, circling, dipping in shallow, then pulling out, prolonging the torment, Naruto’s moans raw, his body trembling, his introversion shattered, his slutty desperation laid bare.

Boruto slammed back in, fucking relentlessly, his thrusts brutal and unforgiving. Naruto’s screams echoed through the room, his legs trembling uncontrollably, the thong rubbing raw against his cock, leaving glowing welts in its wake.

Boruto’s fingers returned to Naruto’s balls, squeezing tight with practiced cruelty, the ache pushing Naruto ever closer to the edge. His moans grew high, broken, his body arching wildly under the assault.

With each deeper thrust, Boruto hit Naruto’s prostate perfectly, the wet slap of skin against skin setting a filthy, relentless rhythm. The air thickened with musk, Naruto’s hole spasming around Boruto’s cock, his joy and desperation overwhelming.

Boruto’s hand tugged cruelly on the thong’s strap, rubbing the lace against Naruto’s sensitive flesh, the chafing amplifying every sensation. Naruto’s screams reached a fever pitch, begging, “Daddy, please!”

Naruto’s orgasm shattered through him, fierce and unrelenting—cum splattering across his stomach, chest, and soaking the delicate lace of the thong in thick, glistening ropes. His moans were raw, ragged, his body convulsing and trembling beneath Boruto’s weight.

Boruto didn’t release, his cock still rock-hard, a feral grin spreading across his face. His fingers continued their merciless ministrations, fondling Naruto’s balls, milking every lingering shudder.

Slowly, he pulled free, leaving Naruto gasping and panting, cum dripping down his trembling thighs. The thong was a ruined, cum-soaked mess, the bed slick with sweat and seed, the musky scent thick and overwhelming, clashing starkly with the mundane breakfast aromas wafting up from downstairs.

Boruto tossed a gift box onto the bed, smirking. “For my Hokage slut,” he said, voice dripping with command.

Naruto’s fingers shook, but he opened it, revealing a crotchless lace bodysuit—sheer, black, obscene—and thigh-high fishnet stockings, their weave glinting in the dim light. His blush deepened, eyes darting away, but Boruto’s stare held him.

“Put ‘em on, baby,” Boruto ordered, kissing Naruto’s neck, leaving a fifth hickey, his hand groping Naruto’s ass, squeezing until he mewled.

Naruto stood, legs shaky, cum dripping down his thighs, the thong tangled around his hips. He peeled it off, letting it fall, and reached for the bodysuit, his fingers trembling, introversion making his movements hesitant.

He stepped into it, right leg first, the sheer lace sliding over his thick calf, chafing the red welts from the thong, the fabric cool against his sweaty skin. His left leg followed, the bodysuit stretching tight, hugging his broad chest, the crotchless design exposing his softening cock and glistening hole, the lace biting his nipples, making him wince, a soft whimper escaping.

He adjusted the straps, the weave clinging to his curves, chafing his inner thighs, the sensation both shameful and arousing, his cock twitching faintly.

Next came the fishnet stockings. Naruto sat on the bed’s edge, his breath shaky. He rolled the first stocking over his right leg, the weave tight, digging into his thick thigh, the pattern glowing against his golden skin, red welts blooming where it rubbed.

The left leg followed, the fishnet chafing his skin, the elastic band snapping against his upper thigh, making him gasp, his introversion screaming, but Boruto’s approving growl—“Fuck, you look like my whore”—kept him going.

He stood, the bodysuit and stockings fully on, the thong slipped back on beneath, its cum-soaked lace chafing his cock, the outfits a sinful second skin, hidden under his robes as he dressed, his shy mask returning, guilt and arousal knotting in his chest.

“Wear ‘em all day, with the thong,” Boruto ordered, kissing Naruto’s neck, leaving a final hickey, his hand spanking Naruto’s ass, the crack muffled, red marks glowing under the lace.

Naruto nodded, dazed, the bodysuit’s weave chafing his nipples, the stockings rubbing his thighs, the thong’s shame grounding him.

Boruto slipped out, leaving Naruto trembling, the air heavy with musk, the breakfast smells—eggs, bacon, miso—mocking the sin sealed in the room, his Hokage duties looming as he prepared for the office.

The Hokage office gleamed in the evening, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window, its mirror-like surface reflecting the room’s brewing depravity while framing Konoha’s sprawling rooftops, where ninjas leaped with lethal precision and villagers bustled below, oblivious to the sin about to erupt in the tower’s sacred heart.

The mahogany desk stood as a monument to duty, piled with scrolls in chaotic stacks, their edges curling like ancient secrets, inkwells glinting like obsidian blades, their sharp rims slicing the light into jagged shards. The hardwood floor was cool and polished, faintly creaking under the weight of unspoken shame.

Naruto sat behind the desk, fingers twitching over a half-signed report, blue eyes clouded with guilt, whiskers quivering on his golden cheeks, breaths shallow and stuttering, a faint stammer caught in his throat as he shifted. The Hokage robes were a flimsy veil over his filthy secret: a crotchless black lace bodysuit, its floral weave clinging to his broad chest like a lover’s grip, each thread biting his nipples raw, scraping the sensitive buds into red, throbbing peaks.

Thigh-high fishnet stockings carved diamond-shaped welts into his thick thighs, each gap rubbing his skin to a burning, crimson glow. A cum-soaked black lace thong, its damp, fraying strap slicing into his hips, crusted with dried cum and fresh precum, chafed his soft cock with every twitch, the sticky lace a shameful pulse that stirred unease.

His vibrant spark—usually a blazing beacon—was dimmed by guilt over defiling his Hokage legacy and fear of discovery. Fingers fidgeted, nails scraping the desk’s edge, leaving faint gouges in the polished wood, eyes darting to the door with every creak of the tower, a grimace twisting his lips where a grin once reigned.

The air thrummed with his silencing jutsu, an A-rank seal weaving a chakra web to trap their sin, its pulse thick with the sharp tang of ink, the sour bite of nervous sweat, and the musky ghost of his morning submission in the bedroom, where Boruto had fucked him into oblivion.

The desk’s surface was slick with sweat from his trembling palms, the room heavy with the promise of debauchery, its walls seeming to lean in, eager to witness the desecration of Konoha’s core.

The window’s mirror-like sheen reflected Naruto’s tense form, the robes barely concealing the lace’s outline, the stockings’ mesh glinting faintly, the thong’s strap a dark slash against his skin. The sunlight cast cruel shadows that mocked his shame, the village below a distant, innocent hum, unaware of the storm brewing within.

Boruto stormed in, locking the door with a sharp click that sliced through the silence like a kunai, making Naruto flinch. His breath caught, eyes darting to the window—hesitant and fleeting—fingers clutching the desk’s edge, knuckles whitening, the wood creaking under his grip, a faint splinter cracking free.

“Boruto, I’ve got work,” he stammered, voice low and fractured, vibrant energy buried under guilt and fear, gaze dodging Boruto’s piercing stare. A flush crept up his neck, staining his cheeks crimson, fingers fidgeting, scraping the desk, leaving faint scratches that marred its polish.

Boruto’s smirk was wicked, eyes glinting with sadistic intent as he crossed the room. Boots thudded on the hardwood in a predatory rhythm that echoed like a war drum, each step making Naruto’s cock twitch faintly against the thong’s sticky lace, a soft hmpff escaping—raw and trembling, his body tensing, the air thickening with musk, the ink’s sharpness fading under the heat of their proximity.

Boruto stopped before the desk, towering over Naruto, his shadow swallowing the sunlight. His voice was a low growl: “Get up, you pathetic little cock-whore, Daddy’s waiting,” dripping with cruel authority. His stare was a blade slicing through Naruto’s fragile composure. The mirror-like window reflected their mounting sin, Konoha’s rooftops a distant threat, the village’s pulse a faint hum beneath the tower’s defiled heart.

Naruto’s eyes widened, blush deepening, a shaky uhmmm escaping as fingers trembled while he pushed himself upright. His legs were unsteady, robes swishing, the bodysuit’s lace gnawing his nipples, red and raw. The stockings’ mesh rubbed his thighs to a burning glow, red welts pulsing like embers. The thong’s strap snapped against his hole, a shameful jolt that drew a faint nnnghh. His eyes flickered to the door, fear spiking, guilt knotting his chest. A muttered, “This ain’t right, Boruto, we gotta stop,” barely audible.

Boruto sauntered to the Hokage chair, sinking into it with a swagger, the leather creaking under his weight, legs spread wide. His smirk sharpened as he leaned back, patting his thigh—the gesture dripping with mockery.

“Strip, my pretty Hokage,” he commanded, voice a velvet lash. “Down to that slutty lace for Daddy. Show me what Konoha’s hero hides.” His words were a taunting caress, making Naruto’s cock stir. A hesitant hmpff, breath hitching, fingers fumbling with the robe’s buttons, each one a reluctant surrender. The fabric parted to reveal his shame, the window’s reflection capturing every tremble, every flush, the village below oblivious to the sin unfolding above.

Naruto’s hands shook, buttons slipping through his fingers as his robes parted to reveal the sheer black bodysuit. The floral lace clung tightly to his broad chest, intricate patterns digging into his golden skin like barbed wire. The crotchless design bared his thong-clad cock—half-hard, glistening with precum, the swollen red head pulsing faintly—and his puffy hole, slick and red, glistened in the sunlight like a forbidden fruit.

The fishnet weave of the stockings glinted, red welts blooming where the mesh chafed his thighs—each welt a burning line pulsing with every heartbeat. The thong’s cum-soaked lace clung to his hips, sticky and fraying, its damp strap rubbing his balls raw, red marks glowing—a humiliating display deepening his blush. His eyes darted to the floor, a soft uhmmm escaping, precum dripping onto the hardwood with a faint pat. Guilt surged, and fear tightened his throat. A shaky, whispered, “Someone’s gonna catch us, Boruto.”

Boruto’s growl was mocking, dripping with glee: “Fuck, Konoha’s hero, my cum-drunk whore, dressed like a desperate bitch.” His hand gestured to the floor. “Step out. Turn slowly. Let me feast on every inch of my Hokage’s disgrace.”

Naruto stepped out, bare feet cold against the hardwood. The bodysuit’s lace chafed his chest as a seam split with a sharp snap. The stockings rubbed red welts into his skin. The thong’s lace frayed further, rubbing his balls raw, red marks glowing. Precum dripped, pooling faintly, the musky scent rising, clashing with the sharp tang of ink.

He turned slowly, hesitantly, hands twitching to cover himself. Boruto’s command cut through: “Arms down, you needy whore.” Naruto met it with a shaky nngh, his cock leaking precum, the thong darkening, sticky and sodden. Guilt pressed heavily on him. His eyes flickered to the window, fear spiking as a ninja darted below. A muttered, “They’re too close, Boruto.”

Boruto leaned forward, eyes raking over Naruto with a cruel smirk. “Come here, my gorgeous fucktoy,” he purred, patting his lap. “Sit sideways on Daddy’s lap. Show Stud how bad you want this.” The chair’s leather glinted, slick with faint sweat. The window reflected their depravity, the village’s rooftops standing as a mocking backdrop to their sin.

Naruto shuffled forward, breath shaky, a soft hmpff escaping as his eyes flickered hesitantly to Boruto’s smirk. Guilt and fear knotted tight in his chest, but still, he lowered himself onto Boruto’s lap, sitting sideways. His thick thighs pressed together, his ass perched on Boruto’s right thigh. The crotchless design of the bodysuit bared his red, slick hole; the thong stretched tight over his hardening cock, the shaft pulsing, precum soaking the lace. The stockings chafed red welts into his skin, and a seam in the bodysuit split with a loud snap.

His vibrant spark ignited, a radiant smile breaking through as he playfully whispered, “Own this body, Daddy.” His voice was thick with eager submission, fingers trailing along Boruto’s thigh, the leather creaking faintly under their touch. The air thickened with musk, the room transformed into a crucible of sin.

Boruto’s hands roamed over Naruto’s back, caressing and tracing the floral weave of the bodysuit—each thread a burning line against his skin. His fingers slipped underneath, pinching Naruto’s nipples and twisting slowly. The sharp pain sparked a high-pitched mmph from Naruto, eyes fluttering, body trembling. His vibrant voice broke through: “Make me yours, Daddy,” his spark blazing, guilt fading beneath Boruto’s touch.

Boruto’s lips crashed into Naruto’s, a bruising makeout, setting the tone for their sin. Tongues clashed eagerly, Naruto thrusting, swirling against Boruto’s. Saliva mingled in thick, warm strands, dripping down their chins and pooling on Naruto’s chest. The wet slurps were muffled by the jutsu. Naruto’s lips sucked Boruto’s lower lip, nipping hard, a bead of blood mixing with spit, the metallic tang sharp. His hands clutched Boruto’s thigh, nails digging in, the leather creaking with every tense movement.

A vibrant aaahhh escaped Naruto’s lips, breath quickening, eyes sparkling. The lace of the bodysuit chafed his nipples raw and red. The stockings tore with a soft rip, muffled yet distinct. Red welts burned brighter, the thong’s strap snapping sharply against his hole, a raw nnggh escaping. His thighs twitched, the radiant smile blazing brighter. With a cheeky grin, he teased, “That's all you got, Stud?”

Joy surged through the room, the musky scent choking the air. The window’s reflection mirrored their sin, the fiery makeout a prelude to the depravity soon to come.

Boruto’s lips trailed down to Naruto’s neck, sucking a dark hickey, his tongue lapping at the salty, sharp sweat beading there. The bruise pulsed with heat as Boruto dove back into another fierce makeout. Naruto’s lips were eager, his tongue thrusting deep, swirling against Boruto’s, saliva dripping and pooling on his chest. The wet slurp was loud, teeth clashing as Naruto sucked Boruto’s tongue, pulling it into his mouth. Spit trailed down his chin as a vibrant uhmmm escaped, his cock throbbing, precum soaking the thong, chafing his balls raw—red marks glowing hot.

A playful, “Break me open, Otsutsuki-sama,” burst from Naruto’s lips, his vibrant spark blazing. Boruto’s hands groped Naruto’s ass, fingers digging deep, bruising the plush flesh. He spanked sharply; the crack echoed, leaving red handprints pulsing with heat. His fingers tugged the thong’s strap, pulling it tight so the lace rubbed Naruto’s hole, scraping the puffy rim. The friction was delicious, drawing a vibrant oohh from Naruto. His radiant smile blazed as his cock pulsed; the cum-soaked thong’s lace frayed with a faint snap as a thread broke. Precum dripped onto Boruto’s thigh, the leather glistening in the low light.

Boruto’s other hand wrapped around Naruto’s throat, fingers pressing firmly, his pulse racing under the grip. A vibrant guh escaped Naruto’s lips, eyes sparkling, smile blazing bright. The chair was slick with sweat and precum, the musky scent thick and suffocating. Ink bottles on the desk glinted mockingly in the background.

Boruto paused, gripping Naruto’s hips, stopping his squirming. “Beg like you mean it, my pretty fucktoy,” his voice cruel and commanding. Naruto’s grin widened, “Can’t stop wanting you, Bolt,” came the vibrant nngh. Sweat dripped down his flushed face as the bodysuit tore at the chest, the lace splitting with a loud rip. His stockings hung in tatters, the thong a cum-drenched wreck. The air was thick with musk, the relentless makeout a wildfire—every kiss, nip, and grope sparking desire.

Naruto’s obsession with kissing was evident in every eager thrust of his tongue. The window’s reflection mirrored their depravity perfectly, the office transformed into a crucible of sin.

Boruto’s voice cut through the thick silence like a whip: “Under the desk, you cum-drunk whore.” The command was sharp, a lash that made Naruto’s eyes sparkle with mischief. “Anything to taste you, Otsutsuki-sama,” he replied playfully, a vibrant hmpff escaping as he slid off, crawling under the desk. His knees sank into the hardwood floor, the bodysuit chafing against his chest, the stockings splitting further, and the thong rubbing his cock raw—red welts glowing painfully. Cum and precum streaked down his thighs, pooling beneath him, the musky scent suffocating.

His fingers reached eagerly for Boruto’s pants, peeling them down along with the boxers to reveal Boruto’s colossal cock—an obscene titan, twelve and a half inches long, thicker than Naruto’s forearm. Veins bulged like twisted, gnarled roots, thick and pulsing in chaotic, rope-like patterns. Each vein was a raised ridge—some broad and corded, others fine and spiderwebbed—faintly textured and catching the light. The skin was deep, angry red, taut and glossy, radiating a heat that almost scalded the air. The bulbous head was swollen, nearly black-purple, slick with a thick, viscous sheen of precum dripping in slow, syrupy beads. Each drop trailed down the shaft in sticky rivulets, pooling on the hardwood in a glistening, tacky puddle.

The musky scent was primal and overwhelming—a raw mix of sweat, lust, dark earth, and something feral, like damp leather and iron, choking the air like a tangible force. Under Naruto’s fingers, the shaft’s texture was rough yet smooth in places, faintly pebbled here and there. Veins pulsed visibly, matching Boruto’s heartbeat, the base impossibly thick and curving slightly upward. The skin there was darker, almost maroon, with a coarse patch of wiry, sweat-damp hair. The weight was massive, heavy as a lead pipe, bobbing and swaying pendulously with each pulse.

Boruto’s balls hung enormous and swollen, each the size of a ripe mango. Their skin was stretched tight, faintly wrinkled, dusted with coarse, dark hair, radiating heat. Each ball pulsed faintly, its surfaces slick with sweat, warm and tacky to the touch. The precum’s taste was sharp and bitter with a metallic tang, coating Naruto’s lips as a bead brushed his chin and lingered on his tongue, thick, warm, almost scalding. The head’s rim flared thick and pronounced, catching the light like polished stone, the slit weeping precum in slow, deliberate pulses—some clear and glossy, others cloudy and thick.

The shaft’s underside was marked by a thick, pulsing central vein, ridged and prominent, branching into finer veins. The texture beneath Naruto’s fingers was like corded silk, heat searing, the entire organ a living, throbbing thing—a monument to raw lust, demanding worship. The musky scent overwhelmed Naruto’s senses, his breath quickening to a vibrant nngh. His cock leaked against the thong, precum dripping, pooling beneath him. The office air was thick with sin, the hardwood slick with their combined fluids. The mirror-like window reflected the cock’s obscene glory—every vein, texture, drip, and pulse a tactile assault.

Naruto leaned in, lips trembling against the slick heat of Boruto’s cock crown, the bitter tang of precum flooding his tongue—thick, heavy, coating his mouth like warm syrup, scalding his lips with its raw intensity. A vibrant aaahhh slipped out, breath quickened, eyes sparkling with wild hunger. Sweat beaded on his brow as cum and precum streaked his chin, dripping down onto his chest, the bodysuit’s lace biting his nipples raw and red. His tongue flicked out, tracing the shaft’s underside, lapping at the ridged central vein—its rough texture scraping his taste buds, the heat searing deep, lingering slow, savoring every pulse and bump. The vein throbbed like a heartbeat pressed against his lips, his tongue flattening to press hard, feeling the corded strength beneath, the pulse quickening. A soft slurp echoed under the desk, his breath hitching with a playful mmph, saliva dripping and pooling on the hardwood floor.

He traced a finer vein next, spiderwebbing delicately across the shaft, its subtle pulse fluttering against his tongue. The texture was smoother here, almost silken, his tongue swirling and savoring each faint ridge. The heat was searing, his lips brushing the skin, kissing inch by inch, the musky scent choking his senses, a raw nnggh escaping. Sweat dripped down his face, mingling with cum and precum smeared over his lips, dripping further down his neck. Naruto circled the cock’s flared rim, lips grazing the taut, glossy skin, the warmth of precum pooling thick and sticky on his tongue. He paused, savoring the heat, swirling the bitter tang in his mouth—sharp, almost burning, coating his throat. His lips suckled greedily, pulling more precum from the slit that wept heavy drops, dripping down his chin with soft pats against the hardwood.

His moans grew louder—uhmmm—throat burning, jaw aching, saliva dripping freely as the musky scent thickened the air. His tongue probed the slit shallowly, warmth flooding his mouth in waves, a vibrant hnn escaping. Lips stretched wide, kissing the crown and then the underside, lapping the sensitive ridges, the rough texture searing, tongue swirling, lingering long to savor each pulse and drip. The sticky warmth of precum clung to his lips, dripping down onto his chest, pooling beneath him. The bodysuit’s lace frayed further, stockings split wider, the thong soaked through, red welts glowing vivid against his skin as cum and precum streaked down his trembling thighs.

He kissed down the shaft, lips brushing every vein—some thick and corded like twisted rope, others fine and fluttering like delicate threads—his tongue tracing their winding paths with slow devotion. Lingering on a broad vein, raised and pulsing hard beneath his touch, the texture rough and alive, his lips suckled and pulled at the skin, heat radiating with every flicker. A soft slurp echoed, breath hitching, a playful oohh escaping as his tongue flattened to lap the vein’s length from base to mid-shaft, savoring the steady pulse beneath. The musky scent of sweat and arousal choked him, beads of sweat dotting his brow, cum and precum smearing his face, dripping down his neck in glistening rivulets. A vibrant mmph slipped from him, eyes sparkling bright, joy surging in a radiant smile—eager, vibrant, alive.

He pressed kisses to the shaft’s base, tongue probing the coarse hair tangled and damp, lapping up the salty sweat, the musky taste deepening, raw and intoxicating. His lips brushed every inch of skin, rough and searing beneath his touch, tongue swirling in slow circles, lingering long, savoring the sweat and the earthiness, the musk rising thick in the air. A soft slurp broke the quiet, breath quickened, saliva dripping and pooling on the hardwood floor, slick with their mingled fluids, the scent suffocating, the office air thick with sin.

Naruto’s lips moved lower, stretching wide to take Boruto’s balls—one at a time, heavy and warm against his tongue. The skin was hot, faintly salty, a mix of sweat and musk, pulsing gently beneath his ministrations. His tongue swirled, lapping the wrinkled surface, rough and searing, the heat burning bright. A soft slurp followed, moans growing louder—nngh, throat burning, jaw creaking. Saliva dripped down his chin, pooling thickly on the floor beneath, cum and precum smearing his lips and dripping onto his chest. A vibrant hnn escaped as his tongue probed the seam between the balls, licking up the sweat, the musky flavor overwhelming his senses. His lips suckled and pulled at the skin, the heft heavy and demanding, his breath hitching in a playful mmph, joy blazing bright in his radiant smile—eager and vibrant.

The act was worshipful, tactile—every slurp, suck, and kiss a sacrament. The musky scent filled the room, suffocating in its intensity. The hardwood beneath them gleamed slick with their combined fluids, the window reflecting their sin in cruel, shining clarity.

He rimmed Boruto’s hole with deliberate hunger, tongue thrusting deep, circling the tight rim with slow, teasing laps. The musky taste intensified, warm and slick beneath his probing tongue, each sweep a soft slurp echoing in the quiet room. A vibrant oohh slipped from his lips, breath quickening, sweat tracing slow rivulets down his flushed face. Cum and precum smeared his chin, dripping down his neck in sticky trails, pooling thickly beneath him—the heavy, intoxicating scent choking his senses. His tongue swirled with devotion, lingering long, savoring the raw musk, the searing heat, the intimate weight of their closeness. A soft slurp punctuated the stillness, moans growing—guh—a raw, aching sound, throat burning, jaw aching, saliva dripping like a slow cascade.

The bodysuit’s lace frayed with each movement, the stockings tearing further, the thong soaked through, red welts glowing bright beneath the tight mesh, cum and precum streaking down his trembling thighs. The office air grew thick with sin, the hardwood slick beneath them, glistening with their shared fluids, the window reflecting their depravity in cold, merciless clarity.

Naruto returned to the cock’s crown, lips stretching wide in worship, suckling the sticky precum pooling warm on his tongue. He paused, savoring the heat, swirling it slowly in his mouth, the bitter tang sharp and almost burning, coating his throat like liquid fire. His lips pulled more precum from the swollen slit, weeping heavy drops that dripped down his chin with soft pats against the hardwood. His moans swelled—nngh—throat burning raw, jaw creaking with effort, saliva dripping freely as the musky scent filled the air, suffocating in its intensity.

His tongue probed the slick slit, dipping in shallow with deliberate worship, the warmth flooding his mouth in thick waves. A vibrant mmph escaped as his lips stretched deeper, deepthroating with fierce devotion, the shaft filling his throat to its limit. Gagging sounds broke through, loud and raw, spit coating his chin and pooling in a sticky, glistening puddle beneath. His throat spasmed with the searing heat, the texture rough and pulsing beneath his tongue, veins throbbing in time with his frantic kisses. Lips stretched wide, jaw aching, saliva dripping, cum and precum smearing his flushed face, dripping down his chest in shimmering trails, the pool beneath him growing thick and slick.

The musky scent engulfed him, suffocating and overwhelming, his eyes sparkling with raw joy, his radiant smile blazing bright, eager, vibrant, utterly consumed.

Boruto edged him, pulling his hair, stopping his sucking, “Beg like Daddy’s desperate whore,” voice cruel, Naruto’s grin widening, “Need your cock, Daddy~, it’s all I crave,” a vibrant oohh, throat spasming, the musky scent choking him, precum smearing his face, dripping down his chest, Boruto smearing precum across Naruto’s lips, rubbing it into his skin, the sticky warmth clinging, searing his skin, its weight heavy as it dripped, Naruto’s moans growing, nngh, his cock leaking, the thong soaking further, the sticky heat searing his skin, its weight heavy as it dripped, the hardwood slick with cum, spit, and precum.

Naruto dove back in, lips stretching, deepthroating, gagging, the gag louder, his throat spasming, the shaft’s heat searing, the veins pulsing, his tongue swirling, lapping the precum, savoring each drop, the bitter tang burning, his lips suckling, pulling at the head, the slit weeping, each drop heavy, dripping down his chin, a soft pat, his moans escalating, mmph, hnn, guh, throat burning, jaw creaking, saliva dripping, cum and precum smearing his face, dripping down his chest, the bodysuit soaking, the stockings splitting, the thong a cum-drenched wreck, red welts glowing, cum and precum streaking his thighs, the musky scent suffocating, the office air thick with sin.

Boruto’s breath hitched, his cock pulsing, “Swallow it, Bolt’s pretty fucktoy,” a low growl, Naruto’s eyes sparkling, lips stretched wide, deepthroating, the shaft filling his throat, his tongue swirling, lapping the precum, savoring each drop, the bitter tang burning, his lips suckling, pulling at the head, the slit weeping, each drop heavy, his moans escalating, nngh, oohh, mmph, throat burning, jaw creaking, saliva dripping, cum and precum smearing his face, dripping down his chest, the musky scent suffocating.

Boruto’s cock erupted, thick, searing ropes flooding Naruto’s mouth, the sticky heat overwhelming, coating his tongue, throat, and cheeks, the volume obscene. Naruto gulped desperately, his moans rising—“Ahhh, mmph, nngh”—the cum’s bitter tang burning, his throat spasming, the sheer amount too much. His lips parted as cum gushed out, splattering his face, thick ropes streaking his cheeks, forehead, and chin, dripping down his neck, coating his chest, soaking the bodysuit. The lace darkened, sticky and heavy, cum splattering his thighs, pooling on the hardwood in a glistening, tacky lake, the sticky heat searing his skin, its weight heavy as it dripped.

Naruto’s moans peaked into a raw chorus—“AAAAAAAHHH, NNGH, MMPH, ohh, ahh”—his eyes rolling back, body slumping to the floor, a dazed, fucked-out mess, tongue lolling, cum dripping from his lips, streaking his face, chest, and thighs. The bodysuit was a cum-soaked ruin, red welts glowing, his radiant smile faint but vibrant, joy surging. The musky scent suffocated, the office air thick with sin, the hardwood slick with cum, spit, and precum. The mirror-like window reflected their depravity; Naruto’s cum-drenched body was a testament to their sin.

Naruto lay sprawled under the desk, a grotesque tableau of debauchery, his face a canvas of cum—thick ropes clinging to his cheeks in glistening streaks, some clear and glossy, sliding slow like molten glass, others cloudy and viscous, caking in heavy clumps, matting his whiskers. One rope bridged his nose, quivering with each ragged breath; another pooled in the hollow of his throat, pulsing with his heartbeat. The sticky heat seared his skin, its weight heavy, dripping in sluggish trails.

His lips, swollen and red, glistened with cum, a thick bead hanging from his lower lip, stretching thin before snapping, splattering his chin. His tongue lolled, coated in a milky film, saliva mixing with cum in frothy strands, dripping onto his chest, where the bodysuit was a sodden wreck. The lace saturated, clinging to his pecs like wet parchment, the floral weave darkened to near-black, cum pooling in the crevices, seeping into his skin. The sticky heat burned, its weight heavy as it dripped down his abs, streaking his golden skin in glistening rivulets—some catching in his navel, forming a tacky puddle.

His thighs, thick and trembling, were streaked with cum, red welts from the stockings glowing brighter, the fishnet in tatters, hanging in ribbons, cum clinging to the mesh, dripping onto the hardwood, pooling beneath him in a glistening, tacky lake. The musky scent—raw, primal, like sweat-soaked leather and iron—choked the air. His cock leaked against the thong, the lace a cum-drenched ruin, fraying at the seams, rubbing his balls raw, red marks pulsing.

His eyes were half-lidded, pupils tiny, sparkling with dazed joy, his radiant smile faint but blazing. His breath was quick, moans soft and needy—“Hmpff, uhmmm, ahhh, nghh”—filling the thick air. The office was suffused with sin, the hardwood slick with their combined fluids. The window reflected his cum-drenched form, a raw testament to their shared depravity.

Boruto hauled Naruto up, hands gripping his arms, bruising the skin, a playful nnggh escaping him. Naruto’s eyes sparkled, his radiant smile blazing as he whispered, “Break me open, Daddy… fuck me hard, don’t hold back,” his voice thick with need, cum dripping from his lips, streaking his face, chest, and thighs, the bodysuit a cum-soaked ruin clinging to his trembling frame.

Boruto’s hands tightened on the bodysuit, ripping it off with a deafening tear, lace shredding, ripping at the shoulders, chest, and waist, the fabric falling in tatters and leaving Naruto naked—stockings and thong torn away, red welts glowing across his thighs, cum and precum streaking his skin, pooling beneath him in a sticky, glistening puddle. The musky scent was suffocating, thick with lust and sweat.

Boruto bent Naruto over the desk, its surface slick with sweat, cum, and spilled ink; scrolls scattered, ink spilled, bottles tipped over in a sticky, glistening mess. Boruto’s tongue plunged deep, rimmed Naruto’s hole with fervent hunger, circling the slick, red rim, the wet slurp loud. Naruto’s moans rose louder—“Oohh, guh, daddy, please!”—his body trembling, sweat dripping onto the desk, fingers clawing the wood, leaving faint scratches as his pleasure built. The musky scent drowned the sharp tang of ink, the window reflecting their sin, scrolls ruined, the desk a cum-soaked wreck.

Boruto’s lips crashed against Naruto’s in a fierce makeout, tongues clashing with desperate need. Naruto’s tongue thrust eagerly, swirling against Boruto’s, saliva mixing in thick, warm strands that dripped down their chins, pooling wetly on the desk. The slurp was loud as Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip, nipping hard, a bead of blood mixing with spit, the metallic tang sharp. His hands clenched the desk, nails splintering the wood, breath quick and ragged, eyes sparkling with lust and fire.

“Own this ass, Bolt,” Naruto taunted, voice thick with arousal and power, his obsession with kissing igniting every eager thrust of his tongue. The desk groaned beneath their weight, ink bottles shattering, glass shards glinting in the sunlight, the window’s reflection a perfect mirror of their wild depravity—a raw, unrelenting dance of dominance and submission, sweat and sin.

Boruto’s tongue plunged deeper, swirling against Naruto’s slick, trembling inner walls, each lap pulsing with hot desire. Naruto’s thighs quivered, his ass pushing back eagerly, the desk creaking beneath their weight, sweat and cum smearing the polished wood, ink pooling in sticky rivulets. A scroll tore sharply under Naruto’s desperate grip, the rip echoing in the heavy air. His radiant smile blazed with need, a raw, breathless plea escaping him, “Need you inside, Stud,” his voice thick and trembling.

Boruto pulled back, spitting a thick glob onto Naruto’s glistening hole, the wet splat ringing out, before rubbing his massive cock against the rim. The slick squelch was obscene, precum smeared in heavy streaks, heat searing Naruto’s sensitive skin. His moans swelled louder—“Oohh—ahh!”—body arching, nails digging fiercely into the desk, splintering wood faintly. Red welts pulsed across his thighs, cum leaking from his twitching cock, dripping in thick ropes onto the floor, pooling in a tacky, glistening puddle. The musky scent was suffocating.

Boruto’s hand moved to choke Naruto lightly, fingers pressing his throat, pulse hammering under his grip. Then he thrust slow, cock sliding in with agonizing precision. The bulbous head breached Naruto’s puffy rim, stretching it wide, the tight heat gripping, dragging deliciously against his walls. The wet squelch was loud and filthy, the shaft’s veins pulsing, scraping Naruto’s insides with every ridge, each inch pushing deeper, the heat searing, the stretch burning. Naruto’s hole clenched fiercely, his moans bursting free—“Aaaaaaahhh, mmph, nngh!”—his radiant smile desperate, naked skin glistening with sweat and cum streaks.

Boruto pulled out slow, the cock’s head dragging teasingly against Naruto’s rim, veins catching, the squelch loud, precum smeared in glistening streaks. Then he thrust back in, deeper still, the shaft’s full length burying into Naruto’s aching hole, the slap of skin sharp and loud. Boruto’s lips crashed into Naruto’s again, tongues thrusting violently, saliva dripping and pooling on the desk with wet slurps. Naruto sucked Boruto’s tongue, pulling it eagerly into his mouth, spit trailing down his chin as he gasped, a vibrant “Guh!”

“Harder, Otsutsuki-sama, make me feel it,” Naruto begged, voice thick with lust, the makeout a relentless fire igniting between them. The office was a defiled ruin, the window reflecting their depravity, the desk fuck a brutal, sprawling marathon, every thrust and kiss a tactile assault, a raw symphony of sweat, lust, and submission.

Boruto fucked Naruto slow, each deliberate thrust hammering deep into his prostate, the bulbous head breaching his rim and stretching it wide with a brutal, possessive grip. The shaft’s thick veins dragged painfully against Naruto’s slick walls, every ridge catching and pulling with precision. Boruto pulled out slowly, the head tugging teasingly at Naruto’s tight hole, precum smeared in thick, sticky streaks. Then slammed back in hard, burying himself deep, the wet slap of Boruto’s balls against Naruto’s ass loud in the silent room.

Naruto’s slutty moans filled the air—“Guh… hnn… oohh…”—his body rocking forward with every thrust, abs flexing under sweat-slick skin, ridges sharp and defined, glutes clenching tight, muscles rippling beneath a sheen of sweat that highlighted every curve. His thighs strained, red welts burning brighter where the fishnets bit into his flesh.

Boruto’s hands roamed cruelly, groping Naruto’s ass, fingers digging in deep, bruising the plush flesh, spanking it hard with a sharp crack that echoed, leaving glowing red handprints pulsing with heat. “Look at my Hokage begging for Bolt’s cock,” Boruto purred mockingly, lips trailing down Naruto’s neck, sucking a constellation of dark hickeys that bloomed with each bite. His tongue lapped the salty sweat thick on Naruto’s skin, biting hard with a faint crunch of skin, then diving back into a fierce makeout.

Naruto’s lips were eager, tongues clashing and swirling with Boruto’s, saliva dripping and pooling wetly on the desk below. The slurp was loud as Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip, nipping hard, a vibrant “mmph” escaping. “This ass is yours, Daddy,” Naruto taunted breathlessly, his moans growing louder—“Aaaaaaahhh”—pushing back fiercely, his hole spasming with need, cum leaking thickly from his cock, splattering the desk and pooling in a sticky, glistening lake.

The sticky heat seared his skin, heavy and clinging as Boruto smeared the cum across Naruto’s thighs, rubbing it in with deliberate, possessive care. The musky scent of sweat and sex choked the air, the office a wreck of sin. The silencing jutsu sealed their depravity tight, the desk fuck a sprawling epic of raw lust—every thrust, spank, and kiss a tactile assault, every desperate moan a thread in their fiery tapestry. Naruto’s obsession with kissing was vivid in every eager thrust of his tongue, the sinful symphony echoing through the room.

Boruto paused, edging Naruto with deliberate cruelty, pulling out slowly. His cock’s head dragged against Naruto’s rim, veins catching, the wet squelch loud, precum smeared in thick, sticky streaks. Naruto’s sobs spilled out—desperate, raw—“Oohh… need you now, Stud,” his radiant smile trembling, hole twitching with want. Sweat and precum dripped onto the desk below, pooling thickly with cum, soaking a scroll until it disintegrated beneath the slick, gleaming wood.

Boruto’s grip tightened, fingers digging into Naruto’s throat, pulse pounding under the pressure, before he slammed back in hard. His cock thrust deep, the bulbous head breaching Naruto’s rim, stretching it wide, the shaft’s pulsing veins scraping and filling him to the hilt. The wet squelch was deafening, each thrust brutal, a relentless prostate-shattering assault. The sharp slap of skin echoed as Naruto screamed, “AAAAAAAHHH! MMPH! NNGH!” His body convulsed violently, nails splintering the desk, leaving deep gouges, abs rippling under sweat-slick skin, glutes clenching hard, thighs trembling with the effort.

Cum leaked in thick ropes, splattering the desk and soaking the scattered scrolls, the sticky heat burning Naruto’s skin, its weight heavy and searing as it dripped. Boruto spanked him again, the crack sharp, bruising the flesh, leaving red welts glowing vividly. He kissed Naruto’s shoulder, biting hard, a bead of blood mixing with sweat, the metallic tang sharp and intoxicating. Then they crashed into another fierce makeout, tongues thrusting eagerly, saliva mixing in thick, warm strands that dripped down their chins, pooling wetly on the desk. The slurp was loud as Naruto sucked Boruto’s tongue deep, pulling it into his mouth, a vibrant “hnn” escaping.

A cheeky, breathy whisper rolled from Naruto’s lips, “Make me yours forever, Bolt,” his voice thick with need. The desk beneath them was a cum-soaked wreck, ink bottles shattered, glass shards scattered wide. The window reflected their sin, the office transformed into a crucible of debauchery. The makeout burned on relentlessly, a fierce fire entwined with the brutal, sprawling marathon of the desk fuck—every thrust, every spank, every kiss a savage, tactile assault. Boruto’s cock moved in that searing rhythm, an in-and-out motion carving a visceral, unforgettable imprint on Naruto’s senses.

Boruto’s pace quickened, thrusts ruthless and unyielding, his cock sliding in and out with savage precision. The bulbous head breached Naruto’s rim, stretching it wide, each ridge of the shaft dragging harshly against his walls, pulling out slowly, the head tugging and smearing thick streaks of precum over his aching rim. Then Boruto slammed back in, burying himself deep, the wet slap of skin beating out a rapid, relentless rhythm. The desk groaned beneath them, wood splintering at the edges, a leg wobbling under their combined weight.

Naruto’s moans peaked—aaaaaaahhh, oohh, hnn—his body trembling in raw ecstasy, his radiant smile blazing bright. He pushed back hard, hole clenching tightly, milking Boruto’s cock with desperate hunger. Boruto’s hands bruised Naruto’s hips, fingers digging deep, leaving red marks burning on his skin, while his other hand wrapped around Naruto’s throat, choking him lightly. His voice dropped to a cruel purr, whispering, “My gorgeous fucktoy, take all of your Otsutsuki-sama.”

Naruto’s cock erupted, thick ropes splattering the desk and soaking the scattered scrolls, painting the polished wood with glistening streaks of cum. The sticky heat seared his skin, heavy as it dripped and pooled beneath him in a tacky, shimmering lake. His screams tore through the air—AAAAAAAHHH, NNGH, MMPH—as his body convulsed wildly, abs flexing, glutes clenching fiercely, thighs trembling with pleasure. Red welts glowed on his skin as Boruto’s cock pulsed inside him, erupting again with thick, searing ropes flooding Naruto’s hole, spilling out in hot, sticky cascades. Cum splattered the desk, dripped down Naruto’s thighs, and pooled onto the floor, the sticky heat burning, its weight heavy as it dripped.

Boruto growled, “Swallow every drop, Daddy’s pretty Hokage,” his voice thick with dominance. Naruto’s hole spasmed, milking every last drop with fierce devotion, the musky scent suffocating, the office reduced to a defiled ruin. The window’s reflection bore witness to their sin, the silencing jutsu sealing their depravity tight. The desk fuck stretched into a brutal, sprawling marathon—every thrust, spank, cumshot, and desperate makeout a tactile assault on their senses. Boruto’s cock moved in that relentless in-and-out rhythm, a searing, savage assault, while their fiery makeout sessions wove a fierce thread of passion through the depravity. Naruto’s obsession with kissing was vivid in every eager thrust of his tongue, the cum-soaked climax a depraved crescendo defiling the desk and their souls alike.

Boruto yanked Naruto down onto the chair, his voice low and commanding, “Ride me, my cum-drunk whore.” Naked and vulnerable, Naruto straddled him, his skin streaked with sweat and cum, red welts glowing fiercely across his thighs and hips. His moans spilled out—slutty and raw—aaaaahhh, ooohhh, nngh, chanting “Otsutsuki-sama” like a prayer, his radiant smile blazing with fiery devotion. He bounced hard, hips rolling with a primal, unrelenting rhythm, each muscle in his thighs straining, tendons taut beneath his golden skin. His glutes clenched with every deliberate thrust, cheeks tightening and rippling, curves defined by a slick sheen of sweat that caught the dim light.

Naruto lifted high, thighs trembling, muscles bulging as he raised his ass, pulling Boruto’s cock out briefly—the bulbous head tugging mercilessly at his rim. The veins caught the light, slick precum smearing thickly as Boruto slammed back inside, the wet squelch echoing through the silenced room. His glutes flexed hard, cheeks rippling with each impaling thrust, the shaft burying deep with savage precision. The slap of Naruto’s ass against Boruto’s thighs was deafening, a raw drumbeat of lust and need.

His abs rippled with every roll, each ridge carved and glistening with sweat, contracting powerfully. Naruto’s cock slapped against his stomach sharply, cum splattering his chest, stomach, and thighs in thick, wild ropes—some flying to hit Boruto’s chest, dripping down his defined abs. The sticky heat seared their skin, heavy as it dripped relentlessly. Naruto’s calves tightened, toes curling, his entire body a machine of lustful precision. Each movement was deliberate; thighs quivering, sweat beading and dripping down his spine, pooling on the leather chair beneath them. The surface was slick with cum, sweat, and precum, a sticky, glistening ruin of their fervor.

Boruto’s lips crashed fiercely into Naruto’s, the makeout bruising and intense. Tongues clashed and tangled; Naruto’s thrusting eagerly, swirling against Boruto’s in a thick, wet dance. Saliva dripped in thick strands, pooling on the chair as the loud slurps filled the charged air. Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip, nipping hard enough to draw a bead of blood that mingled with their spit, the metallic tang sharp and electrifying. His hands clenched Boruto’s broad shoulders, nails digging in, a vibrant nngh escaping his throat. He taunted breathily, “This all you got, Stud?”

The musky scent of sweat and sex choked the air, the window reflecting their depravity like a dark mirror. The relentless bounce-heavy straddle was an epic of flesh and fire, every flex, roll, and kiss a tactile assault on their senses. The specific up-and-down slams drove a visceral, searing pleasure through Naruto, consuming him utterly.

Boruto’s hands roamed Naruto’s ass, fingers digging deep into the plush flesh, bruising it with each firm squeeze, the sharp crack of a spanking echoing through the room, leaving red handprints that pulsed with heated urgency. Cum smeared across Naruto’s cheeks, the sticky warmth clinging tightly, searing his sensitive skin, heavy as it dripped slowly down. Naruto’s moans grew louder—ooohhh, nngh, aaaaahhh—his hole clenching tight, milking Boruto’s cock with wet, obscene squelches. The chair creaked beneath them, leather stretching taut, a seam splitting faintly under their weight, cum and sweat soaking the cushion, dripping onto the floor where a tacky puddle formed like a sinful testament.

Boruto’s grip tightened, choking Naruto lightly, fingers pressing deep as his pulse hammered fiercely. His teeth sank into Naruto’s shoulder with a faint crunch of skin, breath hot against his ear as he whispered, “Bounce like Daddy’s desperate whore.” His voice was a cruel, velvet purr that sent a shiver down Naruto’s spine. In response, Naruto’s hips rolled faster, lifting high with strained thighs and flexing glutes before slamming down hard, impaling himself fully with a deafening slap that echoed their raw passion. His abs contracted with each motion, every ridge carved and shining with sweat, his cock leaking thick ropes of cum that splattered wildly—some arcing high, striking Boruto’s face and dripping down his jaw. The sticky heat seared their skin, heavy and relentless.

Naruto’s radiant smile blazed fiercely as he gasped, “Can’t stop wanting you, Bolt,” his voice thick with desperate need. Boruto’s lips crashed into his again for another bruising makeout, tongues thrusting deep, swirling in a fiery dance. Saliva dripped in thick strands, pooling on the chair beneath them, the slurps loud and intimate. Naruto sucked Boruto’s tongue eagerly, pulling it into his mouth, spit trailing down his chin as a vibrant ooohhh escaped him, the musky scent of sweat and lust suffocating the office. Their silencing jutsu sealed the depravity tightly, the chair a ruined monument soaked with cum and sweat.

The relentless straddle was a hyper-detailed marathon of pleasure and sin, every movement vivid and charged. The cum play intensified with each brutal slam, the specific up-and-down thrusts a searing assault on Naruto’s senses. The makeout sessions threaded through their frenzy like wildfire, Naruto’s obsession with kissing clear in every eager, desperate thrust of his tongue.

Boruto paused, gripping Naruto’s hips firmly, halting his frantic bounces, his cock lodged deep as Naruto’s hole spasmed around him, hot cum and slick precum dripping thickly onto Boruto’s shaft, pooling on the leather chair beneath them with a wet squelch. Naruto’s sobs broke free, desperate and raw—ooohhh, “Need you now, Otsutsuki-sama,” his radiant smile trembling with hunger, thighs quivering, sweat dripping down his flushed face, glistening as it pooled on Boruto’s chest, the leather slick and shining with their heat. Boruto’s hand smeared cum across Naruto’s taut abs, rubbing the sticky warmth deep into his skin, the heat searing, heavy as it dripped slowly, clinging like molten silk.

His grip tightened, choking Naruto gently, pulse hammering in his throat, before slapping hard against his ass, the sharp crack echoing through the room, bruising the plush flesh, leaving red welts that pulsed with fresh heat. Naruto’s body responded, bouncing harder, lifting high with thighs straining and glutes flexing powerfully, then slamming down again with a deafening smack, impaling himself fully. His abs rippled under the strain, each ridge defined and shining with sweat, his cock slapping wetly against his stomach, cum splattering in thick ropes—some hitting Boruto’s chest, dripping down, others streaking the chair’s backrest, leaving the leather glistening with their sinful trail.

Naruto’s calves tightened, toes curling as his body trembled with rising pleasure, his moans escalating in pitch—aaaaahhh, nngh, ooohhh—raw and needy. Boruto’s lips crashed fiercely against Naruto’s, tongues thrusting deep in a heated dance, saliva mixing in thick strands, dripping down their chins and pooling on the leather below with loud slurps. Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip with eager hunger, nipping hard, a vibrant nngh escaping him, followed by a cheeky, “Make me feel it, Daddy,” voice thick with desire and surrender. The musky scent of sweat, cum, and lust choked the air, filling the office with a crucible of debauchery, the window reflecting their shared sin in cold glass.

Their straddle was a sprawling epic of sensation—every flex, roll, cumshot, and kiss a tactile assault that burned into their flesh and minds. The specific up-and-down slams drove a visceral, searing assault on Naruto’s senses, while the relentless makeout stoked the fire between them, Naruto’s obsession with kissing blazing bright in every eager thrust of his tongue.

Boruto’s hands bruised Naruto’s hips, fingers digging in deep, leaving fiery red marks that pulsed with heat, his grip tightening as he choked him lightly, pulse racing in his throat. He bit down hard on Naruto’s neck, sucking a dark hickey that bloomed with bruising color, tongue lapping the salty, thick sweat with slow, deliberate strokes. His voice dropped to a cruel purr, whispering, “Cum like Otsutsuki-sama’s pretty Hokage,” the command dripping with dominance. Naruto’s bounces quickened, lifting high with thighs straining and glutes flexing hard before slamming down, impaling himself fully. The slap was deafening, echoing through the room as his abs contracted, each ridge defined and shining with sweat.

Naruto’s cock leaked thick ropes of cum, splattering Boruto’s chest and dripping down in hot trails, some arcing high to splash across Naruto’s flushed face, dripping down his chin in sticky beads. The heat was searing, heavy as it dripped and pooled. The chair creaked beneath them, leather slick with cum, sweat, and precum, a sticky puddle forming on the floor below. Naruto’s moans peaked, loud and desperate—AAAAAHHHH, NNGH, OOOHHH—his body trembling, cock erupting with a shudder, thick ropes flooding Boruto’s chest, soaking his abs and painting the chair in glistening streaks.

The sticky heat burned their skin, its weight heavy as it dripped and pooled into a tacky lake on the floor. Naruto’s screams grew desperate—AAAAAAAHHH, NNGH, MMPH—as his body convulsed, thighs trembling, glutes clenching tight, red welts glowing bright from Boruto’s fierce spanking. Boruto’s cock pulsed relentlessly inside him, erupting with thick, searing ropes flooding Naruto’s hole, spilling out and splattering the chair, dripping down Naruto’s thighs, pooling on the floor beneath them. The sticky heat scorched his skin, heavy as it dripped.

Boruto growled low, “Take every drop, Bolt’s gorgeous fucktoy,” his words a possessive command. Naruto’s hole spasmed, milking every last drop as Boruto’s lips crashed into his again for another fierce makeout—tongues thrusting deep, saliva mixing in thick strands, dripping down their chins and pooling on the chair with loud, wet slurps. Naruto sucked Boruto’s tongue greedily, pulling it into his mouth, a vibrant ooohhh escaping him, the musky scent suffocating the room.

The office was a defiled ruin, the window’s glass reflecting their sin with cold clarity, the silencing jutsu sealing their depravity like a dark seal. Their straddle was a hyper-detailed, cum-soaked epic—every movement, every cumshot, every kiss a tactile assault on their senses. The specific up-and-down slams were a relentless, searing assault, the makeout sessions a fiery thread weaving through the depravity, Naruto’s obsession with kissing blazing vividly in every eager thrust of his tongue. The cum-soaked climax was a depraved crescendo that defiled the chair, a carnal symphony of lust and submission etched into the very wood beneath them.

Boruto hoisted Naruto off the chair, his grip a steel trap, fingers sinking into Naruto’s biceps, bruising the golden skin, red marks blooming like cruel poppies, a raw nngh ripping from Naruto’s throat, his radiant smile blazing, cum and sweat streaking his naked body, red welts from the torn fishnet stockings pulsing like molten scars across his thick thighs, the phantom chafe of the destroyed thong searing his hips, a raw, abraded sting where the cum-soaked lace once bit, the memory of its floral weave a cruel ghost burning his skin.

He carried Naruto to the Hokage’s desk, Konoha’s sacred altar now a desecrated ruin—scrolls strewn in chaotic piles, their edges curling in sticky pools of ink, semen, and sweat, some frayed and sodden, others disintegrating into pulpy clumps, ink bottles shattered, glass shards glinting like jagged fangs in the sunlight, catching the musky haze, the mahogany wood slick with their combined fluids, gouged by Naruto’s nails, splintering with soft cracks that echoed like snapping tendons, the surface tacky, clinging to Naruto’s skin like a second, defiled flesh.

Boruto laid Naruto down missionary-style, his broad shoulders sinking into the desk’s slick surface, the wood cold and viscous against his spine, a faint squelch as his skin pressed into the cum-soaked veneer, legs splayed wide, thick thighs trembling, muscles twitching, tendons taut under his golden skin, feet dangling off the edge, toes curling, calloused soles scraping the desk’s rim, leaving smudges of sweat and cum, the faint chafe of the thong’s memory burning his hips, a phantom sting that made his cock twitch, precum leaking in glossy beads.

The air was a suffocating miasma, thick with musk—bitter, earthy, like damp leather and iron—the acrid tang of spilled ink, sharp and chemical, the primal reek of cum, sour and heavy, mingling with Naruto’s nervous sweat, a sour bite that stung the nostrils, a heady fog that clung to the lungs, choking the senses, the faint metallic hint of blood lingering from earlier bites.

Boruto grabbed a scroll ribbon, its coarse, papery texture rough as burlap, yellowed and brittle, inked with faded kanji, its edges frayed, winding it around Naruto’s eyes, tying it tight, the fabric chafing his temples, rubbing the skin raw, red marks blooming beneath, a stinging burn as the ribbon’s edge caught his sweat-soaked brow, sweat seeping into the abrasions, the blindfold plunging him into darkness, every sound a thunderclap—the creak of the desk under their weight, the drip of cum onto the hardwood, a slow, syrupy plop, the hiss of Naruto’s ragged breaths, the faint flicker of the silencing jutsu, its chakra web fraying, a hairline crack letting a single mmph leak out, a heart-stopping risk that made Naruto’s pulse hammer, his heart a frantic drumbeat in his chest, fear spiking like a blade through his lust.

Naruto’s fingers clawed the desk, nails digging into the wood, splintering it with a sharp crack, slivers catching under his nails, embedding in his skin, a faint sting, sweat beading on his brow, dripping onto the desk, pooling with cum and ink, a scroll tearing under his grip, the rip like a gunshot, its fibers shredding into a pulpy, inked mess that clung to his fingers, smearing kanji across his knuckles, his radiant smile trembling.

A desperate, “Own this body, Daddy,” voice thick with need, raw and guttural, his abs flexing, each ridge carved and glistening, sweat highlighting their contours, glutes clenching, thighs quivering, red welts pulsing, his cock leaking precum, the sticky heat splattering his stomach, pooling in his navel, a tacky puddle burning his skin with its syrupy weight, quivering with each shudder, the faint chafe of the thong’s memory a cruel spark, his cock twitching harder, precum beading at the tip, clear and glossy, dripping slow like molten glass.

Boruto knelt, rimming Naruto with feral savagery, his tongue thrusting deep, circling the puffy, red rim of Naruto’s hole, lapping the slick, musky heat, the slurp wet and obscene, a lewd cacophony echoing through the office, Naruto’s moans desperate, aaaaaaahhh, ohhhhh, mmph, his body arching, hips bucking, the desk groaning, a leg wobbling faintly, cum and sweat streaking the wood, soaking the scrolls, the musky scent a physical weight, the window’s mirror-like sheen reflecting their depravity, Konoha’s rooftops a distant hum, oblivious to the sin erupting above, the faint flicker of the silencing jutsu letting another nngh escape, a heart-stopping risk that made Naruto’s heart lurch.

Boruto’s tongue plunged deeper, a relentless invasion, swirling against Naruto’s inner walls, the slick, pulsing heat clenching around him like a velvet vice. The texture was taut yet yielding, like heated silk stretched over muscle, the musky taste a primal assault—bitter, sharp, a blend of sweat, cum, and raw lust coating Boruto’s tongue and lingering in his throat, a sour tang that burned his senses. Each lap dragged a raw ohhhhh, Naruto’s thighs trembling, muscles bulging, tendons taut, his golden skin glistening, sweat beading at the edges of the red welts, dripping onto the desk, pooling with cum and ink. A scroll disintegrated under the wet weight, its kanji smearing into illegible streaks, fibers dissolving into a sodden pulp that clung to Naruto’s fingers, sticking to his knuckles. The faint chafe of the thong’s memory seared his hips, a phantom sting that made his cock twitch, precum leaking in glossy beads.

Boruto’s hands gripped Naruto’s thighs, fingers sinking into the plush flesh, bruising it, red marks blooming, pulsing with heat, the skin hot and tender. His tongue flicked the rim’s sensitive edge, teasing the puffy, reddened skin swollen from earlier abuse. Each flick drew a sharp nngh, then plunged back in, the slurp wetter, louder—a lewd symphony drowning the office’s silence. Naruto’s moans escalated, aaaaaaahhh, mmph, his radiant smile blazing, a taunting, “Make me feel it, Stud,” his voice a sultry dare, raw and guttural. His hole twitched, spasmed, precum leaking from his cock, splattering his abs, the sticky heat searing his skin, its weight heavy, pooling in his navel—a tacky puddle glistening in the sunlight, quivering with each shudder. Some droplets were clear and glossy, sliding slowly like molten glass; others were cloudy and viscous, clinging like wax. The faint chafe of the thong’s memory sparked a cruel fire; his cock twitched harder, precum beading at the tip, dripping slow, the musky scent thickening like choking fog.

Boruto pulled back, spitting a thick, viscous glob onto Naruto’s hole. The splat echoed, a warm, slick bead sliding slowly, catching in the rim’s folds, its texture syrupy, clinging to the puffy skin. His fingers smeared it, rubbing into the swollen rim, the friction burning, drawing a raw nngh as the skin reddened further—a faint sting as the spit mingled with cum, some clear and glossy, others cloudy and thick, caking in clumps. The heat seared Naruto’s skin, his moans growing louder, aaaaaaahhh, body shuddering. His nails splintered the desk, leaving deep gouges, slivers catching under his nails, embedding in his skin, a faint sting accompanying the red welts glowing brighter across his thighs. Cum dripped from his leaking cock, pooling on the floor in a sticky lake.

The faint flicker of the silencing jutsu let a soft mmph escape—an unbearable, heart-stopping risk that made Naruto’s heart lurch, fear spiking like a blade through his lust, mixing raw desperation and burning need as his moans filled the room with relentless heat.

Boruto’s lips crashed into Naruto’s in a bruising makeout, tongues clashing like warring beasts, a desperate war of lust and need. Naruto’s tongue thrust eagerly, swirling against Boruto’s, probing deep, tasting the musky residue of his hole—a primal blend of sweat, cum, and raw lust. Saliva mingled in thick, warm strands, dripping down their chins and pooling on the desk beneath them. The slurp was loud, a wet cacophony echoing through the silenced office. Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip, nipping hard, a bead of blood mixing with spit, the metallic tang sharp and bursting on his tongue. A faint sting followed as the bite broke skin, his hands clutching the desk tightly, nails digging in, splintering the wood with a sharp crack. Slivers caught under his nails, embedding in his skin as he gasped a vibrant mmph. A cheeky, breathy, “Harder, Otsutsuki-sama,” escaped him, his obsession with kissing a blazing inferno, every thrust of his tongue a desperate claim. The musky scent suffocated the room, the office a defiled ruin.

The faint chafe of the thong’s memory seared his hips, a phantom sting igniting his cock, which twitched, precum leaking in glossy beads. Boruto’s grip tightened, choking Naruto lightly, fingers pressing his throat, pulse hammering under his firm hold. His skin was hot and slick with sweat, red marks blooming and pulsing with heat beneath Boruto’s fingers. Then Boruto thrust in slow, his cock sliding with agonizing precision. The bulbous head breached Naruto’s rim, stretching it wide. The tight heat gripped the head like a vice of searing flesh, dragging cruelly against his walls. The squelch was wet and obscene, a lewd symphony echoing between them. The shaft’s thick, corded veins pulsed, scraping Naruto’s insides, each ridge catching sharply on his rim as Boruto pushed deeper, filling him inch by agonizing inch. The heat was a branding iron, the stretch a delicious burn. Naruto’s hole clenched and spasmed around him, his moans bursting forth, aaaaaaahhh, mmph, ohhhhh, his radiant smile desperate and raw. His naked skin glistened, streaked with sweat and cum.

The blindfold chafed his temples, rubbing raw, red marks blooming beneath it. Sweat seeped into the abrasions, stinging sharply. A scroll caught on Naruto’s elbow, tearing with a sharp rip. Its fibers stuck to his skin, inked kanji smearing across his arm. The faint flicker of the silencing jutsu let another soft nngh escape—an unbearable, heart-stopping risk that made Naruto’s heart lurch. Fear spiked like a blade through his lust, his pulse pounding a frantic drumbeat in his chest. The office was a crucible of debauchery, the window reflecting their sin. Below, Konoha’s rooftops lay in peaceful ignorance, a distant hum oblivious to the storm of sin erupting above.

Boruto fucked Naruto slow, each thrust a calculated assault on his prostate, the bulbous head slamming the sensitive bundle with white-hot jolts that made Naruto’s toes curl. His cock slid in and out with deliberate cruelty, the head breaching Naruto’s rim, stretching it wide. The shaft’s thick veins dragged against his walls, each ridge catching, scraping, pulling out slowly. The head tugged sharply at Naruto’s rim, precum smearing in thick, glistening streaks—some dripping onto the desk, pooling with cum and ink into a tacky puddle, others clinging stubbornly to Naruto’s thighs. The sticky heat burned his skin, its weight heavy, some drops clear and glossy, sliding slowly like molten glass, others cloudy and viscous, caking in clumps. Then Boruto slammed back in, the shaft burying deep, the squelch a wet, obscene symphony. The slap of his balls against Naruto’s ass was loud, echoing like war drums, a rhythmic thwack that shook the desk.

Naruto’s moans grew louder, raw and desperate—aaaaaaahhh, mmph, ohhhhh—his abs flexing, each ridge carved and glistening under sweat. His glutes clenched tightly, thighs trembling, red welts glowing fiercely. His cock leaked freely, precum splattering his stomach, pooling in his navel into a tacky puddle that quivered with every shudder. The sticky heat seared his skin, its weight heavy and relentless. Boruto smeared it, rubbing it deep into Naruto’s abs, fingers pressing hard, bruising the delicate flesh, the sticky warmth clinging like fire. A faint squelch followed as his fingers worked, biting his collarbone with a soft crunch of skin. A bead of blood mixed with sweat, the metallic tang sharp, bursting on Naruto’s tongue.

Boruto dove back into another brutal makeout. Naruto’s tongue thrust deep, swirling against Boruto’s with fervor, probing the musky residue of his hole. Saliva dripped, pooling thickly on the desk beneath them, the slurp loud—loud-a wet cacophony. Naruto sucked Boruto’s tongue, pulling it fully into his mouth, releasing a vibrant ohhhhh, a taunting whisper, “Make me feel it, Daddy.” His obsession with kissing burned like a relentless fire. The desk creaked beneath them, wood splintering faintly. A leg wobbled under their combined weight, a soft rip as a seam in Naruto’s bodysuit split further. Cum and sweat pooled and dripped onto the floor, forming a sticky, glistening lake.

The silencing jutsu flickered weakly again, a faint aaaaaaahhh leaking out—a heart-stopping risk that made Naruto’s pulse thunder. Fear and lust tangled into a raw knot inside him. The phantom chafe of the thong’s memory seared his hips, igniting a cruel spark that made his cock twitch harder. Precum beaded in glossy drops, slipping slowly like molten glass down his shaft.

Boruto paused, edging Naruto, pulling out slow, his cock’s head dragging against Naruto’s rim, the veins catching, the wet squelch a lewd cacophony. Thick streaks of precum smeared—some clear and glossy, others cloudy and viscous—clinging to Naruto’s rim, dripping onto the desk, pooling with cum and ink into a tacky puddle. Naruto’s desperate sobs echoed softly, “Ohhhhh, Need you inside, Bolt,” his radiant smile trembling, his hole twitching and spasming uncontrollably. Sweat and precum dripped down, pooling with the cum beneath him, soaking a scroll that disintegrated under the wet weight, fibers dissolving into a sodden pulp. The mahogany wood gleamed slick and wet.

Boruto’s grip tightened, fingers digging into Naruto’s throat, pulse hammering violently, skin hot and slick under his hold, red marks blooming and pulsing with heat. Then Boruto slammed back in, thrusting deep and hard, the bulbous head breaching Naruto’s rim with brutal precision. The shaft’s veins scraped mercilessly against his walls, filling him, the squelch growing deafening—a lewd symphony of flesh and wet skin. Each thrust was a prostate-shattering blow, sending white-hot jolts that made Naruto’s toes curl fiercely.

The slap of Boruto’s skin against Naruto’s ass rang loud, echoing through the silenced office. Naruto’s screams tore free—AAAAAAHHH, MMPH, OHHHHH—his body shuddering violently. Nails splintered the desk as he clawed desperately, leaving deep gouges; slivers caught under his nails, embedding painfully in his skin. A faint sting blossomed through him. His abs rippled with tension, glutes flexed hard, thighs trembled uncontrollably, red welts glowing fiercely. His cock leaked freely, precum splattering over his stomach and pooling in his navel, the tacky puddle quivering with every shudder.

The sticky heat seared his skin, its weight heavy and relentless. Boruto smeared it, rubbing it deep into Naruto’s skin with rough, bruising fingers. The sticky warmth clung like fire. A faint squelch echoed as his fingers worked, moving lower to kiss Naruto’s neck, sucking a constellation of dark hickeys. Each bruise bloomed with heat and pulsed under Boruto’s cruel touch. His tongue lapped the sweat, salty and thick, biting harder, drawing a bead of blood that mixed with sweat, the metallic tang sharp and biting.

Then Boruto dove into another bruising makeout. Naruto’s tongue thrust deep, swirling eagerly against Boruto’s, probing the musky residue of his own abused hole. Saliva dripped thickly, pooling wetly on the desk, the slurp loud and obscene. Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip, nipping hard, a bead of blood mixing with spit, the metallic tang sharp. A vibrant mmph escaped him, followed by a taunting whisper, “Own this ass, Otsutsuki-sama.”

The desk lay ruined—a cum-soaked wreck scattered with ink and shattered glass. The window reflected their sin, the missionary fuck a brutal, sprawling marathon. Every thrust, choke, and kiss was a tactile assault, the tension unbearable, with no release, no climax. The specific in-and-out of Boruto’s cock was a relentless, searing torment. The makeout burned like an unquenchable fire, Naruto’s obsession with kissing vivid in every eager thrust of his tongue. The silencing jutsu flickered weakly, a faint nngh escaping—risk of discovery, a heart-stopping thrill. The office was a crucible of debauchery, their sin etched into every surface, every breath, every moan.

Boruto’s hands roamed Naruto’s body, fingers tracing the red welts from the torn fishnets, pressing deep into the burning marks, drawing a raw nngh from Naruto’s throat, his skin hot and tender beneath the cruel touch. His other hand landed a sharp spank on Naruto’s thigh—the crack echoed like a whip, leaving a vivid red handprint pulsing with heat, smearing sticky cum across his flushed skin. The warmth clung, searing his flesh; some ropes of cum were clear and glossy, sliding slow like molten glass, others cloudy and viscous, caking in heavy clumps, cooling into crusty patches.

Naruto’s moans grew louder, ragged and desperate—AAAAAAHHH, OHHHHH, MMPH—his hole clenching tightly, milking Boruto’s cock with wet, obscene squelches that formed a lewd cacophony. The desk groaned beneath them, wood splintering at the edges with faint crunches, a seam in the leather splitting softly. A leg buckled faintly, sagging against the weight and the storm of sensation. Cum and sweat pooled beneath them, dripping onto the floor, spreading into a sticky, glistening lake.

Boruto’s grip tightened around Naruto’s throat, fingers digging in with fierce intensity, pulse hammering, the skin hot and slick under his touch, red marks blooming anew. The blindfold rubbed raw against Naruto’s temples, leaving angry red marks and a stinging burn as sweat seeped into the abrasions. Boruto whispered, his voice a cruel purr, “You’re Daddy’s pretty Hokage, begging for more.”

Naruto’s radiant smile blazed bright, desperation thick in his voice, raw and guttural—“Break me open, Stud.” His body arched instinctively, hips bucking against Boruto’s relentless thrusts. The desk creaked louder with every movement; a scroll caught on Naruto’s elbow, tearing sharply. Fibers stuck to his skin, kanji smearing in dark streaks across his arm as cum and sweat streaked his body.

The musky scent was suffocating, thick, and primal. The office was a defiled ruin, the window’s reflection a glaring mirror of their sin. The missionary fuck was a sprawling epic, every thrust, choke, spank, and kiss building unbearable tension, denying release. The specific in-and-out of Boruto’s cock was a visceral, searing assault, while their makeout sessions wove a fiery thread through the depravity. Naruto’s obsession with kissing was vivid in every eager thrust of his tongue.

The silencing jutsu flickered weakly, a faint aaaaaaahhh leaking out—a heart-stopping risk. The faint chafe of the thong’s memory seared his hips, a phantom sting that made his cock twitch harder, precum leaking in glossy beads, heavy and slow, a constant reminder of the boundary they danced dangerously close to crossing.

Boruto’s robe snagged sharply on the desk’s edge—a faint, ripping sound as the fabric tore, a jagged seam splitting open at the hem, exposing more of his glistening thigh slick with sweat. The sound sliced through the heavy air, a brutal reminder of their reckless abandon. Naruto’s fingers traced the torn fabric with a teasing touch, his voice a sultry taunt, low and breathy: “Rip it all off, Bolt.” His radiant smile blazed with hunger, the desk creaking louder beneath them, a leg wobbling perilously, a soft thud as it threatened to collapse. Cum and sweat pooled beneath, dripping slowly onto the floor, forming a sticky, glistening lake; the musky scent thickened, choking the room like a dense fog.

Boruto’s hands gripped Naruto’s hips like iron clamps, fingers digging deep into the plush flesh, leaving red marks pulsing with heat. He choked Naruto lightly, pulse hammering beneath his grip, before bending to kiss his shoulder fiercely, sucking a dark hickey that bloomed and pulsed with fiery heat. His tongue traced the salty, thick sweat, the faint tang of blood sharp as he bit harder, a bead welling, mixing with sweat and dripping slowly down Naruto’s skin, the metallic tang sharp and intoxicating.

Then Boruto crashed back into a bruising makeout, lips clashing hard, tongues thrusting deep and swirling together in a desperate dance. Naruto’s tongue probed Boruto’s mouth, tasting the musky residue of his own abused hole, saliva dripping freely and pooling onto the desk. The slurps were loud and wet—a cacophony of need and sin. Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip fiercely, nipping hard, a bead of blood mixing with spit, the metallic tang sharp on his tongue. A vibrant ohhhhh escaped him, a cheeky whisper spilling forth: “Make me yours, Daddy.”

The desk beneath them was a cum-soaked wreck, ink and glass shards scattered like cruel trophies. The window reflected their debauchery in cold, gleaming detail. The missionary fuck was a brutal, sprawling marathon: every thrust, choke, spank, and kiss a tactile assault on flesh and soul. The tension was unbearable, a knot that refused release—no orgasms granted, just endless, searing connection. Boruto’s cock plunged relentlessly, its in-and-out motion a raw, unyielding assault, while their mouths remained locked in an endless, fiery makeout, Naruto’s obsession with kissing blazing vivid in every eager thrust of his tongue.

The silencing jutsu flickered weakly, a faint aaaaaaahhh leaking from Naruto’s lips—a perilous risk, a knife’s edge between secrecy and exposure. The phantom chafe of the ruined thong bit deep into his hips, a cruel sting that made his cock twitch harder, precum beading thick and glossy, a constant reminder of their reckless sin. The desk had become an altar to Naruto’s submission—a cum-soaked, ink-stained shrine to their shared depravity.

Boruto’s hands roamed Naruto’s body with possessive hunger, fingers tracing the angry red welts left by the torn fishnets, pressing deep into the burning flesh, drawing a raw, ragged nngh from Naruto’s lips. His skin was hot and tender under the bruising touch, every pinch a delicious sting. Boruto’s other hand came down sharply on Naruto’s thigh again, the crack ringing out like a whip through the suffocating air, leaving a searing red handprint pulsing with heat. Cum smeared across his skin, sticky warmth clinging, searing into his flesh, the weight of it heavy as it dripped in thick ropes—some clear and glossy, sliding slow like molten glass, others cloudy and viscous, caking in clumps, cooling into crusty, shameful patches.

Naruto’s moans grew louder, urgent and desperate—AAAAAAHHH, OHHHHH, MMPH—his hole clenching tightly, milking Boruto’s cock with a wet, obscene squelch that filled the room with a lewd cacophony. The desk groaned beneath them, the wood splintering faintly at the edges as a seam cracked with a soft, sickening crunch. A leg buckled faintly, sagging with a soft thud, cum and sweat pooling and dripping onto the floor, forming a slick, sticky lake of their shared sin. Boruto tightened his choke, fingers digging into Naruto’s throat, pulse hammering fiercely beneath his grip. The skin was hot and slick, red marks blooming vividly. The coarse blindfold chafed cruelly against Naruto’s temples, rubbing raw, red marks glowing with every ragged breath. Sweat seeped into the abrasions, sending a sharp sting that made Naruto shudder.

Boruto whispered in a voice low, cruel, dripping with dominance, “You’re Daddy’s gorgeous fucktoy, begging for more.” Naruto’s radiant smile blazed with lust and desperation, his voice thick and guttural as he gasped, “Rip me apart, Otsutsuki-sama.” His body arched, hips bucking hard against the relentless assault, the desk creaking louder beneath him. A scroll caught on Naruto’s elbow, tearing with a sharp rip, its fibers sticking to his sweat-slick skin as inked kanji smeared raggedly across his arm. Cum and sweat streaked his body in a mess of heat and filth, the musky scent suffocating, thickening the air with raw, primal desire.

The office was a defiled ruin, every surface bearing witness to their sin, the window reflecting the obscene tableau with cold, merciless clarity. The missionary fuck stretched on, a sprawling epic of brutality and lust, every thrust, choke, spank, and kiss building unbearable tension, a fever pitch of sensation with no release—no orgasms granted, only the relentless, searing assault of Boruto’s cock sliding in and out of Naruto’s trembling hole.

The fiery makeout sessions threaded through the debauchery, Naruto’s obsession with kissing vivid in every eager thrust of his tongue, every desperate lick and claim. The silencing jutsu flickered weakly, a faint aaaaaaahhh leaking from Naruto’s lips—a risky whisper threatening exposure, a heart-stopping thrill. The phantom chafe of the destroyed thong bit cruelly into Naruto’s hips, a ghostly sting that made his cock twitch harder, precum beading thick and glossy, sliding slow like molten glass—a cruel reminder of the relentless sin they shared.

Boruto’s robe tore further, a jagged rip slicing up his chest, exposing his cum-streaked pecs glistening with sweat and semen—some ropes clear and glossy, others cloudy and viscous, caking in heavy clumps, cooling into crusty patches that stuck to his skin. Naruto’s fingers brushed the torn fabric with a playful grin, his voice low and sultry, teasing, “Show it all, Stud,” his radiant smile blazing with reckless desire. The desk creaked louder beneath their weight, a leg wobbling precariously, threatening to collapse with a soft thud as it sagged, cum and sweat pooling, dripping onto the floor to form a slick, sticky lake. The musky scent thickened the air, a choking fog of lust and sin.

Boruto’s hands bruised into Naruto’s hips, fingers digging deep into the plush flesh, leaving red marks that pulsed with heat. He choked Naruto lightly, pulse hammering in his throat, then kissed his shoulder fiercely, sucking a dark hickey that bloomed like a bruise, pulsing with every ragged breath. His tongue lapped the salty, thick sweat, biting harder until a bead of blood welled, mixing sharp and metallic with the sweat. Then he dove back into a final, desperate makeout—Naruto’s lips eager, tongue thrusting deep and swirling against Boruto’s, tasting the musky residue of his own abused hole. Saliva dripped, pooling on the desk in thick strands, the slurp loud and wet, a cacophony of depravity.

Naruto sucked Boruto’s tongue with hunger, pulling it deep into his mouth, a vibrant ohhhhh escaping him, followed by a cheeky, breathy whisper, “Make me yours forever, Bolt.” The desk was a cum-soaked wreck beneath them—ink and shattered glass shards scattered like cruel confetti. The window reflected their sin in cold clarity, a silent witness to the missionary fuck that stretched on like a brutal, sprawling marathon. Every thrust, choke, spank, and kiss was a tactile assault, the tension unbearable—no release, only the relentless, searing in-and-out of Boruto’s cock driving Naruto deeper into submission.

The makeout was a relentless fire, Naruto’s obsession with kissing vivid in every eager thrust of his tongue, every desperate lick claiming Boruto. The silencing jutsu flickered weakly, a faint aaaaaaahhh leaking through—a knife’s edge risk of discovery. The phantom chafe of the destroyed thong bit cruelly into Naruto’s hips, a phantom sting that made his cock twitch harder, precum beading thick and glossy, sliding slow like molten glass. The desk stood as a cum-soaked altar of Naruto’s submission, the looming window the next stage in their depravity, watching over the defilement of Konoha’s sacred heart.

Boruto dragged Naruto off the desk, his grip bruising and relentless, fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh of Naruto’s hips, leaving red marks pulsing hot against his skin. A raw nngh spilled from Naruto’s lips, his radiant smile blazing despite the sting, cum and sweat streaking his naked body, red welts glowing fiercely across his trembling thighs. The blindfold slipped loose, hanging around his neck, the coarse ribbon chafing his collarbone, rubbing the skin raw, faint red marks blooming beneath, the sting sharp as sweat seeped into the abrasion. The phantom chafe of the ruined thong seared his hips, a cruel ghost sparking shivers that made his cock twitch, precum leaking in thick, glossy beads—some clear and slick, sliding slow like molten glass, others cloudy and viscous, caking in sticky clumps, cooling into crusty patches against his skin.

He pressed Naruto’s bare body hard against the mirror-like window, the cold glass shocking his heated skin, a sharp hiss escaping his lips. His broad chest flattened against the surface, nipples hardening and scraping the glass, leaving faint smudges of sweat and cum that glistened in the light. His cock pressed tight against the glass, leaking precum in thick, glistening streaks—some clear and glossy, others cloudy and viscous, clinging like wax—while the sticky heat seared his skin, its weight heavy as it dripped down, pooling onto the floor in a tacky, shining lake. The faint chafe of the thong’s memory ignited again, a cruel spark making his cock twitch harder, precum beading at the tip and dripping slow like liquid fire.

Below, two ninjas climbed closer, eyes narrowing as they peered up, one pausing, head tilting almost to meet Naruto’s frozen gaze. His heart pounded, breath caught in his throat, fear spiking to a razor’s edge. The risk of discovery made his pulse hammer in his ears—a faint thud echoing, the village rooftops sprawling beneath, ninjas darting like shadows, utterly unaware of the sin erupting above. The silencing jutsu frayed dangerously, a faint OHHHHHNN leaking out—an excruciating risk that made Naruto’s heart lurch, lust and terror twisting in a tangled knot. The second ninja paused too, eyes narrowing, shifting posture as if sensing the threat, the danger sharpened to a knife’s edge.

Boruto growled low, voice a cruel lash slicing through the tension, “Let ‘em see Konoha’s hero, Stud’s cum-drunk whore.” His teeth sank into Naruto’s neck, drawing a bead of blood, licking the wound, the metallic tang mixing thickly with sweat, sharp and coppery. His dirty talk poured out like poison, dripping with command, “This ass is Daddy’s forever, begging for Bolt’s cock.” His hands tightened around Naruto’s throat, pulse racing under the grip, skin hot and slick, red marks blooming with heat. Then his hands roamed back to Naruto’s ass, groping and spanking it hard—the crack sharp and echoing like a whip, bruising the plush flesh, leaving deep red handprints pulsing with fire.

Cum dripped slow down Naruto’s thighs, streaking the glass and pooling on the floor in a sticky, glistening lake. The sticky warmth clung to his skin, searing and heavy, some ropes clear and glossy, others cloudy and viscous, caking in thick clumps and cooling into crusty patches. Naruto’s moans grew louder, a desperate symphony—AAAAAAAHHHHHNNN, OHHHHHNN, NNGH—his body trembling, radiant smile blazing with raw need. His voice broke through, thick and guttural, a pleading, “Break me open, Otsutsuki-sama.” His hole clenched fiercely, milking Boruto’s cock in wild rhythm, the squelch obscene, a lewd cacophony echoing off the glass.

The window shuddered faintly, a creak breaking the heavy silence as the musky scent choked the air, the office transformed into a wreck of sin. The window’s reflection showed their depravity laid bare—Boruto’s dominance and Naruto’s submission entwined in forbidden ecstasy. The silencing jutsu faltered, a faintnngghh leaking out, the risk of discovery a heart-stopping thrill. The phantom chafe of the thong’s memory sparked cruelly at his hips again, making his cock twitch harder, precum beading thick at the tip and dripping slow like molten desire.

Boruto’s tongue crashed into Naruto’s mouth with bruising force, lips colliding like clashing blades, tongues thrusting fiercely in a wild, desperate dance. Naruto’s tongue eagerly swirled against Boruto’s, probing deep, tasting the musky residue of his slick hole—a primal blend of sweat, cum, and raw lust coating Boruto’s tongue, thick strands of saliva mixing and dripping down their chins, pooling on the floor below. The wet slurping echoed loud and unabashed in the silenced office, Naruto sucking Boruto’s lower lip with hunger, nipping hard until a bead of blood mixed with spit, the metallic tang sharp and bursting on his tongue, a faint sting as the bite broke skin. His hands clawed at the glass, nails scraping with a soft, desperate screech, leaving faint scratches in the slick surface, a vibrant NNGH spilling from his throat. His voice a taunting whisper, “Harder, Daddy, make me feel it,” his obsession with kissing blazing like wildfire, every thrust of his tongue a possessive claim. The musky scent thickened, suffocating, the office a defiled ruin, the phantom chafe of the thong’s memory searing his hips like a cruel whisper, sparking his cock to twitch with glossy beads of precum leaking slowly.

Boruto fucked Naruto slow, each thrust deliberate, sliding in with agonizing precision. The bulbous head breached Naruto’s rim, stretching it wide, the tight heat gripping like a vice, searing flesh clinging and dragging against his walls in a wet, obscene symphony. The shaft’s veins pulsed thick and corded, scraping deep inside, each ridge catching his rim as Boruto pushed deeper, inch by inch, filling him with delicious burn. Pulling out slowly, the head tugged sharply at Naruto’s rim, veins catching in glistening streaks of precum—some clear and glossy, sliding slowly like molten glass; others cloudy and viscous, clinging like wax, dripping down the glass and pooling on the floor in slick rivulets. Then, thrusting back in, deeper still, the shaft burying its full length inside, the slap of skin thundered through the office, the glass shuddering as the frame creaked under the strain. Cum and sweat streaked the surface, dripping in sticky beads as Naruto’s moans grew louder—AAAAAAAahhhhNNN, OHHHHHnn, NNGH—his abs flexing, each ridge defined and shining under sweat, glutes clenching, thighs trembling, red welts glowing fiercely. His cock leaked precum, splattering the glass, pooling slow on the floor below, the sticky heat burning his skin, heavy and clinging.

Boruto’s fingers worked with tender cruelty, smearing the slick warmth into Naruto’s thighs, a faint squelch accompanying each move. His lips found Naruto’s neck, sucking a constellation of dark hickeys, each bruise blooming, pulsing hot and deep. His tongue lapped the salty, thick sweat, biting harder, drawing a bead of blood that welled and mixed with sweat—a metallic tang sharp as it coated their mouths. Whispering low and cruel, “Beg like Bolt’s pretty Hokage,” Boruto’s voice was a dark purr that wrapped around Naruto’s desperate sobs. Naruto’s radiant smile trembled as he gasped, “Can’t stop wanting you, Stud,” his hole spasming and milking Boruto’s cock with slick wet sounds. The glass beneath them shuddered again, the tension palpable.

Below, the two ninjas paused, eyes narrowing, one lifting a hand to point upward, a faint shift in posture as if sensing something amiss. Fear spiked like a razor’s edge in Naruto’s chest, heart pounding wildly. The risk of discovery hovered dangerously close—the window fuck unfolding as a sprawling, apocalyptic masterpiece of lust and sin. The silencing jutsu flickered, a faint OHHHHHnn leaking out, a heart-stopping thrill threatening to undo them. The phantom sting of the thong’s memory flared cruelly once more, making Naruto’s cock twitch harder, precum beading thick at the tip and dripping slow, deliberate, and unbearably hot.

Boruto’s hands roamed over Naruto’s body, fingers tracing the fiery red welts left by the torn fishnets, pressing into the raw, burning flesh and drawing a guttural, OHHHHHNN from Naruto’s lips. His other hand came down with a sharp, echoing crack against Naruto’s ass, bruising the plush flesh and leaving red marks glowing with heat. Cum smeared across Naruto’s cheeks, the sticky warmth clinging to his skin, searing it with weighty, wet heaviness. Some ropes of cum were clear and glossy, sliding slow like molten glass, while others were cloudy and viscous, caking in thick clumps and cooling into crusty patches. Naruto’s moans grew louder—AAAAAAAahhhhNNN, OHHHHHNN, NNGH—his hole clenching fiercely, milking Boruto’s cock in a wet, obscene squelch that filled the air with a lewd cacophony.

The glass beside them shuddered violently, a faint crack spiderwebbing outward from the edge, a hairline fracture spreading as the frame strained under their weight. Cum and sweat streaked the surface in glistening trails, pooling on the floor below in a sticky, shimmering lake. Boruto’s grip tightened around Naruto’s throat, fingers digging in with ruthless pressure, pulse hammering through his wrist. The skin beneath his touch was hot and slick, red marks blooming anew, and Boruto bit into Naruto’s shoulder hard enough to draw a bead of blood that mingled with sweat, the metallic tang sharp and bursting on Naruto’s tongue.

Diving back into a fierce makeout, Boruto’s lips crushed against Naruto’s, tongues thrusting eagerly and swirling in a wet, desperate dance. Saliva mixed in thick, warm strands, dripping down their chins and pooling on the floor, the slurping sounds loud and unrelenting. Naruto sucked Boruto’s tongue with hungry fervor, pulling it deep into his mouth as he released a vibrant OHHHHHNN, a cheeky whisper escaping, “Make me yours forever, Daddy.” His obsession with kissing blazed fiercely, a relentless fire that consumed them both, the musky scent of their sweat and lust choking the air.

The office was a defiled ruin, the window’s reflection a cold mirror of their depravity. Below, two ninjas lingered, one pointing upward with narrowed eyes, the other nodding in silent agreement. Their bodies shifted slightly, as if sensing the sin erupting above, fear spiking like a knife in Naruto’s chest. His heart pounded fiercely—the risk of discovery razor-thin. The silencing jutsu frayed dangerously, a faint nngh leaking out—an agonizing thrill that sent shivers down his spine.

The window fuck was a sprawling epic, every thrust, choke, and kiss building toward a cataclysmic climax. Boruto’s cock moved relentlessly in and out, each stroke a searing assault, while their makeout sessions threaded fiery passion through the depravity. The phantom chafe of the thong’s memory flared cruelly against Naruto’s hips—a phantom sting that made his cock twitch harder, precum beading thick and glossy at the tip, dripping slow and hot with every shudder.

Boruto paused, edging Naruto with deliberate slowness, pulling out so that his cock’s head dragged teasingly against Naruto’s rim. The veins caught sharply, the wet squelch a lewd cacophony filling the charged air. Thick streaks of precum smeared along the slick flesh—some clear and glossy, sliding slowly like molten glass; others cloudy and viscous, clinging stubbornly like wax. Drops slipped and dripped onto the glass, pooling below on the floor in a sticky puddle that gleamed under the harsh light. Naruto’s sobs grew desperate, raw, and aching—OHHHHHNN—his radiant smile trembling even as his hole twitched and spasmed uncontrollably. Pearls of precum and sweat dripped steadily onto the glass beneath, pooling thick and heavy.

Boruto’s grip tightened fiercely, fingers digging into Naruto’s throat, pulse hammering against skin hot and slick with exertion, red marks blooming bright and pulsing with heat. Then Boruto slammed back in, thrusting deep with brutal intent, the bulbous head breaching Naruto’s rim again, scraping and filling him to the hilt. The veins along Boruto’s shaft pulsed visibly, their ridges dragging mercilessly against Naruto’s tender walls, filling him inch by inch. The squelch grew deafening—a lewd symphony of slick skin and desperate flesh.

Each thrust was a violent, prostate-shattering blow, sending a white-hot jolt coursing through Naruto’s core that made his toes curl involuntarily. The slap of skin echoed loudly, the glass shuddering violently beneath their weight. A faint crack widened, spiderwebbing further along the edges, the frame creaking under strain like a living thing about to break. Cum and sweat streaked the glass surface, smeared in frantic, glistening trails.

Naruto’s screams tore through the heavy air—AAAAAAAahhhhNNN, NNGH, OHHHHHNN—his body shuddering violently. His nails clawed at the glass, leaving faint, desperate scratches, the scrape soft but insistent like a silent plea. His abs rippled with tension, glutes flexed hard, and thighs trembled fiercely, red welts glowing bright from the relentless friction. His cock leaked hot precum, splattering against the glass below, pooling in thick, sticky patches.

The sticky heat seared his skin, the weight heavy as it dripped down, and Boruto’s fingers smeared it with practiced cruelty, rubbing it deep into Naruto’s trembling thighs. The sticky warmth clung like a second skin, the faint squelch of their movements blending with the low moans. Boruto’s lips crashed back into Naruto’s for another bruising makeout, tongues thrusting and swirling eagerly, saliva mixing in thick strands that dripped down their chins and pooled wetly on the floor. The slurp was loud, a wet cacophony that filled the suffocating silence.

Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip hard, nipping it with a sharp bite that drew a bead of blood mingling with thick spit, the metallic tang sharp on his tongue. A vibrant, aching OHHHHHNN escaped him as he whispered cheekily, “Make me feel it, Stud.” The musky scent of sweat, lust, and sex choked the air, the office transformed into a wreck of sin.

The window’s reflection mocked their debauchery, a mirror to the apocalypse unfolding within. The window fuck was a sprawling epic, every thrust, choke, and kiss building toward a cataclysmic climax. Boruto’s cock plunged in and out with relentless, searing precision, while the fiery makeout sessions threaded passion through their shared depravity. Naruto’s obsession with kissing blazed vivid in every eager thrust of his tongue, the silencing jutsu fraying dangerously, a faint AAAAAAAahhhhNNN leaking out—the risk of discovery a heart-stopping thrill. The phantom chafe of the thong’s memory flared cruelly against his hips, a sharp spark that made his cock twitch harder, precum beading thick and glossy at the tip, dripping slow and hot with each shudder.

Boruto’s pace quickened, each thrust merciless and precise, his cock sliding in and out with savage rhythm. The bulbous head breached Naruto’s rim repeatedly, stretching it wide, veins along the shaft dragging hard against his walls, each ridge scraping and catching painfully. He pulled out slowly, the head tugging teasingly at Naruto’s rim, precum smeared thick in glossy streaks—some clear and slick, sliding slowly like molten glass, others cloudy, viscous, clinging stubbornly like warm wax. Drops dripped down, pooling wetly on the glass beneath and spreading in sticky, glistening lakes on the floor.

Then Boruto slammed back in hard, burying the full length deep, the slap of skin echoing like a rapid drumbeat. The glass shuddered violently beneath them, a spiderweb crack widening fast, the frame creaking under their weight. Cum and sweat streaked wildly across the glass, pooling thick and heavy below. Naruto’s moans surged higher, raw and desperate—AAAAAAAahhhhNNN, OHHHHHNN, NNGH—his body trembling with each savage stroke, radiant smile blazing fiercely as he pushed back hard, hole clenching tight, milking Boruto’s cock with eager need.

Boruto’s grip tightened, fingers digging cruelly into Naruto’s throat, pulse hammering, the skin hot and slick beneath his hold. Red marks bloomed bright, pulsing with heat as Boruto bit hard into Naruto’s neck, drawing a bead of blood that mixed with sweat. The metallic tang burst sharply on Naruto’s tongue just as Boruto dove into another bruising makeout, tongues clashing and thrusting deeply. Saliva mixed thickly, dripping in warm strands down their chins, pooling wetly on the floor with loud, wet slurps. Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip fiercely, pulling it into his mouth with a vibrant NNGH, a taunting purr on his lips: “Own this ass forever, Otsutsuki-sama.”

Naruto’s obsession with kissing blazed relentlessly, each eager thrust of his tongue a fiery claim. The musky scent of sweat and lust suffocated the room, the office now a defiled ruin. Outside the window, two ninjas lingered, their eyes narrowing, one pointing upward, the other nodding subtly, sensing something amiss. Fear spiked sharply in Naruto’s chest, heart pounding against his ribs like a war drum. The risk of discovery was a razor’s edge, the silencing jutsu fraying dangerously, a faint OHHHHHNN leaking out like a fragile cry.

The window fuck was a sprawling, apocalyptic masterpiece of depravity. Every thrust, choke, and kiss built toward a cataclysmic climax—the relentless, searing assault of Boruto’s cock in-and-out of Naruto’s hole was an overwhelming force. The fiery makeout sessions threaded passion and lust through the scene, Naruto’s fixation on kissing vivid and urgent. The phantom chafe of the thong’s memory flared cruelly against his hips, a sharp sting sparking his cock to twitch harder, precum beading thick and glossy at the tip, dripping slow and heavy with every shudder.

Boruto’s hands roamed Naruto’s body, fingers tracing the red welts from the torn fishnets, pressing into the burning marks and drawing a raw, breathy OHHHHHNN from Naruto’s lips. His skin was hot and tender beneath the cruel touch. Boruto’s other hand landed another sharp spanking on Naruto’s ass, the crack echoing like a whip, bruising the plush flesh and leaving glowing red welts. Cum smeared across Naruto’s cheeks, the sticky warmth clinging to his skin, searing and heavy. Some ropes were clear and glossy, sliding slowly like molten glass, while others were cloudy and viscous, caking in thick clumps and cooling into crusty patches.

Naruto’s moans grew louder—AAAAAAAahhhhNNN, OHHHHHNN, NNGH—his hole clenching tightly, milking Boruto’s cock with desperate hunger. The wet, obscene squelch formed a lewd cacophony, the glass shuddering violently beneath them. A faint crack spiderwebbed further, the frame creaking under the strain. Cum and sweat streaked the surface, pooling thick and heavy on the floor into a sticky, glistening lake.

Boruto’s grip tightened, fingers digging mercilessly into Naruto’s throat, pulse racing against hot, slick skin. Red marks bloomed vividly as he bit Naruto’s shoulder, mixing a bead of blood with sweat. The metallic tang was sharp and intoxicating as Boruto whispered in a cruel purr, “Cum like Daddy’s gorgeous fucktoy.” At his command, Naruto’s cock erupted, thick ropes splattering the glass, painting the window with glistening streaks that dripped down, soaking the floor. The sticky heat seared his skin, its weight heavy as it dripped and pooled in a tacky lake. Some ropes slid slowly and glossy, others thick and viscous, clinging and caking into crusty patches.

Naruto screamed with abandon—AAAAAAAahhhhNNN, NNGH, OHHHHHNN—his body convulsing violently, abs flexing sharply, glutes clenching with desperate need, thighs trembling as red welts glowed fiercely. Boruto’s cock pulsed inside him, erupting in thick, searing ropes flooding Naruto’s hole, spilling out and splattering the glass, dripping down his thighs, pooling messily on the floor. The sticky heat burned fiercely, its weight heavy as it dripped in slow, viscous ropes—some clear and glossy, others cloudy and thick, cooling into crusty patches.

Boruto’s growl rumbled low and possessive: “Take every drop, Otsutsuki-sama’s pretty Hokage.” Naruto’s hole spasmed fiercely, milking every last drop, their bodies entwined in a feral rhythm. Boruto’s lips crashed into Naruto’s, tongues thrusting with hungry desperation, saliva mixing thickly, dripping down their chins and pooling on the floor. The loud slurp echoed like a thunderclap. Naruto sucked Boruto’s tongue, pulling it into his mouth with a vibrant NNGH, voice teasing, “Own this ass forever, Bolt.”

The musky scent suffocated the room, the office a defiled ruin of lust and sin. The window’s reflection mirrored their depravity as the silencing jutsu frayed dangerously, a faint AAAAAAAahhhhNNN leaking out—a heart-stopping thrill of risk and lust tangled in the air. The window fuck was a sprawling, apocalyptic masterpiece, every thrust, cumshot, and heated kiss a tactile assault on senses. The relentless in-and-out of Boruto’s cock was a searing, punishing storm, the fiery makeout sessions a blazing thread woven through their sin.

Naruto’s obsession with kissing burned vividly in every eager thrust of his tongue, the faint chafe of the thong’s memory flaring cruelly against his hips—a phantom sting that made his cock twitch harder, precum beading thick and glossy at the tip, dripping slow and heavy with every shudder.

Boruto fucked Naruto through the climax, his thrusts slowing but his cock still pulsing with fierce intent. Thick ropes of cum spilled out, splattering the glass with glossy, sticky trails that dripped down Naruto’s trembling thighs, pooling on the floor below in a sticky, glistening lake. Some ropes were clear and glossy, sliding slowly like molten glass, while others were cloudy and viscous, caking in thick clumps and cooling into crusty patches that marked the wreckage of their passion.

Naruto’s moans softened into breathy whispers—AAAAAAAahhhhNNN, OHHHHHNN, NNGH—his body trembling with overstimulation, radiant smile blazing despite the exhaustion. His cock leaked freely, cum splattering the glass and pooling on the floor, the sticky heat searing his golden skin, heavy as it dripped slow and deliberate.

Boruto’s grip on Naruto’s throat loosened, his fingers easing their choke, pulse slowing beneath his touch. He kissed Naruto’s neck tenderly, sucking a final, dark hickey that bloomed deep with heat, tongue lapping the salty, thick sweat. A faint tang of blood tingled as Boruto bit harder, a bead welling and mixing with sweat, the metallic tang sharp and electric.

Then, Boruto dove into a final, bruising makeout—Naruto’s lips eager, tongue thrusting deep, swirling possessively against Boruto’s, probing deep to taste the musky residue of his hole. Saliva dripped thickly, pooling on the floor in wet rivulets, the loud slurp echoing through the silent office. Naruto sucked Boruto’s lower lip hard, nipping it sharply, a bead of blood mingling with spit, the metallic tang biting his tongue. A vibrant OHHHHHNN escaped him as he teased, “Make me yours, Stud.”

The glass shuddered beneath them, cum and sweat streaking the surface, pooling into a sticky puddle that caught the sunlight in sickly glints. The musky scent thickened, choking the air like a raw, primal fog. The office was a defiled ruin; the window’s reflection a merciless mirror to their depravity.

Their window fuck was a sprawling, apocalyptic masterpiece—every thrust, cumshot, and kiss a brutal, tactile assault. Boruto’s cock drove relentlessly in and out of Naruto’s tight hole, a searing storm of flesh and lust. The fiery makeout sessions wove through their sin like a blazing thread, Naruto’s obsession with kissing evident in every desperate thrust of his tongue.

The cum-soaked climax built to a cataclysmic crescendo, their breaths ragged, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. The silencing jutsu frayed dangerously, a faint nngh leaking out—a heart-stopping thrill, the risk of discovery slicing through their lust like a sharpened blade. The faint chafe of the thong’s memory flared cruelly against Naruto’s hips, a phantom sting that made his cock twitch harder, precum beading thick and slow at the tip, dripping with delicious intent.

Boruto pulled out slow, his cock’s head dragging against Naruto’s rim, veins catching with a wet, lewd squelch. Thick ropes of cum spilled out, splattering the glass with glossy trails that dripped down Naruto’s trembling thighs, pooling on the floor in a sticky, glistening lake. Some ropes were clear and glossy, sliding slowly like molten glass, while others were cloudy and viscous, caking in thick clumps and cooling into crusty patches.

Naruto’s moans softened, breathy and raw—AAAAAAAahhhhNNN, OHHHHHNN, NNGH—his body slumping heavily against the cold glass, radiant smile blazing despite the fatigue. His cock leaked freely, cum splattering the glass and pooling below, the sticky heat searing his golden skin, heavy as it dripped slow.

Boruto kissed Naruto tenderly, lips soft and lingering against his neck, sucking a final dark hickey that bloomed deep, pulsing with heat. His tongue lapped the salty, thick sweat, a faint tang of blood rising as he bit harder, a bead welling and mixing with sweat, the metallic tang sharp and electric. Whispering low and possessive, he murmured, “Perfect whore,” voice a cold purr that sent shivers down Naruto’s spine.

Naruto’s radiant smile blazed with vibrant joy, free of guilt, soaking in the moment as the defiled office mocked him—scrolls ruined, the desk a cum-soaked wreck, the window streaked thick with semen. The air hung heavy with musk, the scent wrapping around them like a suffocating fog. Below, the two ninjas vanished into the rooftops, eyes narrowing briefly, but unaware of the depravity above, the village remained none the wiser.

The silencing jutsu frayed dangerously, a final muffled mmph leaking out—a heart-stopping risk that made Naruto’s pulse spike and his breath hitch.

He dressed slowly, pulling on his robes, the fabric snagging on the desk’s edge, tearing with faint rips—jagged seams splitting at the hem and another down his chest, exposing his cum-streaked pecs, glistening with sweat and semen. Some ropes were clear and glossy, others cloudy and viscous, caking in clumps and cooling into crusty patches, cum and sweat streaking his skin, red welts glowing brightly.

The torn outfits lay in a cum-soaked pile as Boruto’s nip on Naruto’s jaw promised more, leaving Naruto trembling, joy blazing through his veins. The office stood as a testament to their depravity, the mirror-like window reflecting their sin. The village remained oblivious, the silencing jutsu flickering, a final faint nngh leaking out, sealing their cataclysmic sin. The phantom sting of the thong’s memory flared cruelly one last time, making Naruto’s cock twitch with a slow bead of precum dripping from the tip—an exquisite, lingering reminder of their dark communion.