sakura haruno (Naruto Shippuden)[Kittew]

Boruto Uzumaki knocked on the door of the Uchiha household, his girlfriend Sarada’s home. He was there to hang out, but Sarada had texted him earlier that she’d be late—something about extra training with her dad, Sasuke. The door swung open, and there stood Sakura, Sarada’s mom, looking stunning in a tight red top and shorts that hugged her thick ass like a second skin. Boruto’s eyes lingered a little too long, and he felt a twitch in his pants.

“Hey, Boruto,” Sakura greeted with a warm smile, her voice smooth and inviting. “Sarada’s not back yet, but come in. I could use some help around the house.”

Boruto nodded, stepping inside. “Sure, Sakura-san. Whatever you need.”

They started in the kitchen, organizing some shelves. Sakura moved with purpose, bending over to grab things from lower cabinets, giving Boruto a perfect view of her thick, round ass. Every accidental brush of their bodies—her arm against his, her hip grazing his thigh—sent electric sparks through him. He tried to focus, but his mind was racing with thoughts straight out of a Boruto Hentai fantasy.

Sakura wasn’t oblivious. She’d caught him staring more than once, and truth be told, she didn’t mind. Sasuke had been gone for weeks, leaving her lonely and restless. Boruto, with his youthful energy and sharp features, was a temptation she hadn’t expected. She decided to test the waters.

Reaching for a high shelf, she stretched deliberately, her top riding up to reveal her toned stomach and the edge of her bra. Boruto’s gaze locked onto her firm tits, barely contained by the fabric. She turned, catching him mid-stare, and smirked.

“Enjoying the view?” she teased, stepping closer.

Boruto’s face flushed. “Uh, I—I didn’t mean to—”

“Relax,” Sakura purred, placing a hand on his chest. His heart pounded under her touch. “You’re not the only one who’s noticed something today.”

Her fingers trailed down his shirt, and Boruto froze, his breath hitching. “Sakura-san, what are you—”

“Shh,” she whispered, leaning in until her lips brushed his ear. “Do you want me, Boruto?”

He nodded, too stunned to speak. That was all she needed. Sakura pressed her lips to his, kissing him with a hunger that made his head spin. He kissed her back, hands sliding to her waist, pulling her closer. The heat between them exploded.

They stumbled toward the bedroom, shedding clothes in a frenzy. Boruto’s shirt hit the floor, followed by Sakura’s top, revealing her perky tits bouncing free. She shoved him onto the bed and climbed over him, her thick ass hovering as she peeled off her shorts. His eyes widened at the sight of her glistening pussy, already wet with anticipation.

“Fuck, Sakura, you’re gorgeous,” Boruto groaned, his dick straining against his boxers.

She grinned, yanking his pants down to free his throbbing cock. “You’re not so bad yourself, kid.”

Sakura wrapped her lips around his dick, sucking him deep, her tongue swirling like she was starring in a Naruto Hentai scene. Boruto’s hands gripped her hair, moans spilling from his lips as she worked him expertly. After a few minutes, she pulled back, licking her lips, and climbed up to straddle him.

Positioning herself over his dick, she lowered herself slowly, her grippy pussy enveloping him inch by inch. They both gasped—her at how he filled her, him at how tight and perfect she felt.

“Goddamn, Boruto, you’re so big,” Sakura moaned, starting to ride him.

“Fuck me, Sakura,” he growled, thrusting up to meet her. Their bodies slapped together, the rhythm building fast and desperate. Her tits bounced with every movement, and he reached up to grab them, squeezing as she rode him harder.

The room echoed with their passion—her cries of “Fuck, yes!” blending with his grunts. Sakura’s grippy pussy clenched around him, driving him wild. It was pure Boruto X Sakura Hentai come to life, a forbidden fuckfest he’d never imagined.

They hit their peak together. Sakura screamed as her orgasm ripped through her, her pussy tightening around his dick like a vice. That sent Boruto over the edge, and he came hard, pumping his load deep inside her. They collapsed, sweaty and breathless, tangled in the sheets.

“Shit, that was insane,” Boruto panted, staring at the ceiling.

Sakura chuckled, tracing a finger down his chest. “We should make this a regular thing.”

He nodded, still dazed. “Yeah. Hell yeah.”

Unbeknownst to them, the bedroom door had cracked open moments earlier. Sarada, home early from training, had heard the moans and peeked inside. Her eyes widened at the sight of her boyfriend and her mom, naked and spent. Shock froze her in place, but she didn’t say a word. Quietly, she slipped away, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

For now, Boruto and Sakura lay oblivious, basking in their secret sin. But the fallout was coming—and it’d be one hell of a twist.