The Trip

Naruto hummed as they left their hotel bedrooms and he explained the work set up

"It's really not too bad at all. You guys are free to go off and do anything you like so long as the room doesn't get trashed. The company will see the bill come through if it needs anything cleaning so just be careful and we should be fine."

"Amazing! Thank you so much for inviting me again, Mr. Uzumaki!" Sarada thanked him brightly, clenching his son's arm tightly and kissing him on the cheek with gaping eyes.

It was cute. Young love. The older blonde turned to his wife and found his eyes on her chest. She was adorned in a tight, yellow sundress scooped to a decent depth although forced to show more given her size and a bright pink bikini underneath. The garment showed through the stretched fabric at her bust and he couldn't help but stare a little.

Maybe they'd find their own little spark now they were out together. Hinata noticed him looking and smiled a little, giving him more hope when his phone rang out.

"Oh, this will be her now! I'd better answer it… Hello?"

~oOo~

Bolt watched his dad wander off in the hotel lobby and it left him with two women at either side. One, his huggy, cute fiancee and the other, a sexy temptress wearing a fitted yellow dress that moulded filthily around her juicy rounded asscheeks.

Of course, he turned to the morally correct option and asked.

"Straight to the beach then you guys?"

"Oh, yeah, I can't wait to go. I heard the sands and stuff are incomparable to the ones back home."

"Mom?" The teen turned once it was acceptable to and found his eyes flickering between her lilac eyes and her cleavage. Then, the pink triangles that covered up her juicy nipples. If he stared for more than a second, he could see the raised bumps in her bikini and dress, jutting out from her mammoth chest and calling for attention. Bolt knew it was wrong but he couldn't help by gawk anyways, those nubs demanding he stare.

"I was thinking we could explore the town first actually." Hinata was firm. "We've got plenty of time for lazing at the beach working on our tans. I think we could probably get some cute clothes for the time here."

"Oh, but the beach would be so great right now, don't you think?" She asked Hinata but his partner's dark eyes were on him. Bolt made sure to connect with her, keen to keep the mistakes he'd made the last few days behind him now. They were together now and the whirlwind with his mom was over.

"Wouldn't you rather get a few things for the next few weeks first? There will be some amazing bikinis and little sundresses I'd bet. Things that could really show off your body…"

Was it arrogant to think she was directing that at him? Talking to his girlfriend but really suggesting that she'd be choosing tasty outfits for him to gawk at her in.

"What do you think, Bolt?" Eventually, Sarada turned to him for support. Her man, her rock, and he knew what she wanted. Really, he should have backed her up. Given her what she wanted if only to help him later if she ever found out about some of the activities he'd been involved in. But, the teenager completely crumbled.

"We just got here, I bet there's a few things we could pick up that'll give us more time to chill later…" He tugged his rucksack up his shoulder and shrugged as nonchalantly as he could in the knowledge that he'd chosen Hinata over her. This would be the final time though, and he'd be firm with Hinata at any further suggestive stuff.

"Perfect." His mom finalised it and before Sarada could react, she was walking off with swaying hips and a bouncing butt.

~oOo~

The town centre was rammed, absolutely packed with bodies of both locals and tourists who were there to enjoy the searing heat. It was cramped and frankly unpleasant but Hinata laboured on with it, determined to spite the little bitch tagging along with them.

That being said, she dipped into the first real store and basked in the air-conditioned interior as a means of relief. It was only then that she noticed it was a general store.

"Hey," She immediately turned to the couple and masked the wicked smirk that wanted to show itself on her perfect lips. "I could go for a drink and maybe we grab some toiletries?"

"Yeah." Bolt agreed with her and they began through the shelves. A number of items were pulled into a small basket her son held for her and then they headed for the tills. There, faking her best reminder face, Hinata jumped and exclaimed.

"Oh, forgot the most important thing!"

~oOo~

Bolt tilted his head a little, catching the act his mom was putting on. Sarada, meanwhile, was just happy to have a moment alone, realising for the first time that Hinata did not like her.

"Babe, have I done something to your mom?" Sarada tugged at his arm as he loaded the items onto the conveyor.

"No, nothing I can think of…" The blonde lied.

"Are you sure? She can't be mad about the engagement, can she? Your dad was thrilled and she seemed happy for us too."

Bolt didn't know what to tell her. Hinata had never liked her but it was true that the engagement had seemed to push the milf over the edge. Prior to that, his mom had never shown the lewd side of her beyond subtle hints that were few and far between. But it was fine, they'd stopped now and there was no way he'd allow anything more to happen.

"Maybe-"

"I'm back guys." The violet eyed beauty came to them slightly rushed, her tremendous bust wobbling freely from the limited grip of her bikini top and stretchy sundress. That distracted him for a moment and it was enough time for her to slap the item down in front of the till worker.

They all snapped to the item, black, azure and lilac eyes all on the shocking item.

Super thin, non-flavoured XL condoms.

Holy fucking shit.

~oOo~

Hinata wished she could frame the little whore's expression as the young couple looked up from the item with deeply contrasting looks. Bolt was shocked, but it was tinged with arousal and excitement that she'd been so confident as to act this way.

Sarada was shocked too but blatantly offended. Her nose crinkled and her lips pursed unattractively.

"I figured you'd forget to be safe with how romantic this place is, baby…" Hinata smiled warmly and stroked his muscled arm. The sleeveless t-shirt he wore showed off his lean shape so well.

"Uhm…" Sarada tried to speak up but Hinata talked over her.

"No, no need to be shy honey." The milf dismissed her view. "I know what happens when girls and boys share a room. And I'm not going to intrude but I just want him to be safe."

"No, that's…"

"And I don't know if you wanted any flavours or anything but I tend to like to taste a good dick at the end and the flavours spoil that." The raven-haired girl clearly wanted to contest the occurrence but then, the deeper voice came.

"...Thanks for the condoms, Mom."

Hinata wanted to kiss her stud counterpart. He didn't allow the girl to verbally address what was a bizarre situation but Sarada's face told Hinata everything. She was baffled by the idea that Hinata knew that Bolt was hung.

Then, as if he was telepathically linked to her, her sexy son boldly patted her rear. He was thanking her. Showing her his appreciation for so blatantly mocking Sarada. She knew right there that by the end of the vacation, she'd have Sarada on a plane home single with Bolt's cock jammed inside of her so deep he'd never even think about another girl.

~oOo~

Bolt excused himself the first time. Then the second and even the third where he shamelessly squeezed her fat ass. It was hardly his fault. The stretchy yellow dress just hugged it so delectably that it called out to him. Her soft basketball sized cheeks yearned for him to slap them around a little and he was happy to as a means of chiding her.

That was right. He was telling her what she did was wrong by spanking her. So it was okay. It was okay that the spanks were more caresses and that he was indulging in the luxurious feel of her rump.

Sarada walked ahead of them and began to pay while casting obvious looks his way, demanding explanation but Bolt refused her. He couldn't tell her that it was because his mom had knelt in front of his naked dick and gotten hands on in checking it out. No, the teen was much more interested in roaming the expanse of Hinata's fat peach. Only as a means of correcting her mischievous actions of course.

~oOo~

Bolt wanted to fuck.

No, he needed to fuck.

The blonde adjusted his shorts again for the sixth time, pushing his semi hard cock to the side as he watched his partners lube themselves up.

Sarada splashed a bit of her stomach and wiped it in slow circles while his mom drizzled the glutinous cream directly onto her chest. With her sundress stripped off, she stopped and brought it to him under the second of two large umbrellas they'd brought.

"Here baby, look after that for me. I don't want to have to go back to the hotel with these big things out…" She gestured to her juicy chest and the faux pearl necklace she wore.

"Sure mom…" She smirked, throwing the sweet smelling item onto him, it's soft fabric connecting with his naked torso and intoxicating him a little. It was miniscule but stretched so enticingly around her curves. It was similar to the multitude of tiny, fitted clothes she'd bought over their three hour trip.

He laid the sundressover his crotch and she seemed to notice.

"Well, aren't you going to ask her if she needs help with her suncream?" She raised an eyebrow, still not addressing the cum-like splatter on her huge jugs. In the hot, afternoon sun, they shone, her pale skin catching the light and making her seem to glitter. Everywhere shadows formed accentuating her obscene shape and calling his eyes to drink them in.

"Obviously." He scoffed. "I'm a good boyfriend…"

"Fiance." She corrected him with a wry smile. God, the bikini was so distracting. He'd seen her bust exposed now but the effect was undiminished. If anything, it was even hotter seeing her with a tiny triangle of cloth covering her delicious nipples. The top was largely strings all wrapped around her massive rack and tied at the shoulders leaving a mass of exposed flesh the likes of which Sarada had never seen before.

"You need to stop, Mom."

"Stop? Stop what, baby…?" Her silky voice was bright and innocent, leaning forwards as if in genuine confusion rather than just wanting to shove her jugs in his face.

"Stop playing around. She's going to notice." Bolt's fists curled up, his cock stiffening inside of his shorts and creating a fairly noticeable tent now.

"Oh, and what would she be noticing…?" Hinata batted her long eyelashes innocently and forced the teen to turn away from her with gritted teeth.

"Sarada, come here and I can help…" Both mom and son looked at the girl. Sarada looked back, first at him and then at Hinata, running over the milf's body before she shook her head.

"No, I'm good here. I'm actually going to get us a few drinks." She turned and almost jogged away.

"Well, why don't you help me then?" Hinata immediately latched onto the opening and Bolt caught himself smirking at the boldness. The bikini bottoms were more a pussy covering, three distinct ropes of fabric connecting at the crotch and tugged higher than they likely should have been to give it an extra taut finish.

Bolt naturally found his eyes running down her full thighs and smooth legs before going back to her pussy.

"I think you've had enough of my hands on you for today. Especially since we're all out of excuses."

"..." His mom locked eyes with him and went to speak but a third interrupted her.

~oOo~

"Hey guys!" Naruto popped up at just the wrong moment, waving to them as he hurried to close the distance. While they'd been shopping, he'd arranged for a client dinner and she was supposed to go with him. As if she wanted to be anywhere near some greasy old bag who would bitch and moan about her looking too attractive.

Worse still, it limited her time with Bolt. Her currently only shorts wearing and necklace adorned stud son.

"It took me a little while to find you, this bit of the beach is pretty remote…" He scanned the horizons near them, with nothing but sand and sea and a large outcrop of rocks that hid them from the main section and maybe a dozen other people around.

It was beautiful really, with pristine white sand and gentle waves, but spoiled by the sight of her intrusive husband. And Bolt was shifting his mood. Before they'd come here, he'd been weakening. Opening himself to her and making filthy depraved decisions with her. Now, he seemed averse to her, wary of the proximity to his little girlfriend and of her watchful gaze. Hinata guessed that if she had lucked into a man like Bolt, she'd be watching too but it was a pain.

In the town, his fingers were exploratory, attentive and found their way to her eager booty but that was a lapse it seemed, a moment he regretted because now, when given a chance to act openly, he'd turned her down.

"Hey dad…" Bolt stood from the towel he'd been sitting on, rising to his full height just behind Hinata and setting her body on edge a little. She'd wanted more from him but Sarada was stopping that and with Naruto interrupting, it was even more unlikely.

"You guys just about set up then…" He looked to the umbrellas and towels and two small deck chairs that Bolt had arranged before looking over to their bodies. "Oh do you need a hand with the cream, Hina?"

"I'm-"

"I've got it, don't worry." Bolt cut her off with a smooth hand circling her and pushing into the dollops of cream at the top of her cleavage. Fuck. Hinata damn near melted at the display. Her son ran her fingertips through the viscous material and rubbed up to her neck for a moment before dipping down and brazenly stroking her titties. "Why don't you grab some and then we can get started for real…?"

Hinata tilted her head innocently and smiled at her husband. He glanced momentarily down at Bolt's long fingers rubbing her soft, supple tit flesh but then saw her nonchalant expression and dropped the curiosity. He knew better than to question her judgement.

"Right!" The older man laid down a few items onto the towel and Bolt nudged her briefly from behind so they sat on the towel next to it. Hinata almost screamed as the reluctance in her son dissolved by his apparent jealousy, arrogance and ego.

"I was thinking we could get into the water, play a bit of volleyball?" Bolt made her sit between his legs and wrapped his left arm around her taut stomach before virtually groping her boobs with his right.

"Oh yeah, that sounds good…" Naruto didn't even look, too preoccupied with his own motions.

"We could do teams, baby… Who do you want?" Hinata leaned her head back onto his broad shoulder and felt his breathing close to her as his fingers left her cavernous cleavage and cut underneath the straps of her bikini top.

"The two couples eh? Young and old, that'll be fun!"

"No, I'll have Mom on my team." Hinata bit her bottom lip as he slithered down to graze her nipple bringing it to arousal. His fingers strummed the rubbery cap, tingling her senses in conjunction with his possessive words, and leaving her desperate for him to just suck on it.

"Oh?" Naruto raised his head finally and Hinata snapped her gaze to him. Caught. Bolt's hand was effectively squeezing her left breast, his palm inside her top, flat on her hard nipple as she leaned against him. Despite the panic, Hinata for a moment wondered if she could shuffle back and feel a meaty surprise waiting for her.

"Yeah." Bolt spoke and she took a moment to glance up at the teen and noticed his eyes were completely on Naruto, as if he were applying lotion to himself in the most inconspicuous way rather than pawing at her soft breasts. Then, in a move that defied her expectations, her dominant son circled his hand, openly rubbing his tit flesh and successfully left Naruto stunned

"Uhhm…" Bolt's eyes never left his dad's and instead, Naruto looked to her for an answer. Of course, Hinata was happy to explain the situation to her son.

"Well that's settled then. Oh, and you still need to do the other sidel, baby…"

"Sure, Mom." His slippery hand left her F cups for a moment as he lifted the remainder of the cream from her cleavage and then he attacked the right globe from below. The teen slid underneath the small bikini cup, struggling desperately to hold onto her huge jugs and smeared the white cream onto her skin casually.

It was completely accepted as Naruto remained silent and applied his own sunscreen. The situation only changed when, after ten seconds of extended groping and rubbing, her bikini slipped and a firm pink nub exposed itself for all parties.

"Oh! Baby, hold on~!" She spoke playfully, and giggled before throwing a delicate hand onto the rigid cap. "My titty popped out…"

"Haha~" Bolt laughed behind her, his strong arm releasing her stomach to simply hold her waist. "I did think this bikini was a bit too small…"

"Oh?" Hinata lazily pulled the cup back into place and slapped Bolt's hand away. "I don't remember you complaining about how it looked before~!"

"And I'm still not, but you had to know that your boobs are way too big to wear this with no risks…" He flicked the straps of the top as he finished and Hinata simply rolled her eyes dramatically. The navy haired mom looked finally over to her husband and, noting the curiosity in his eyes once again, shrugged. He wasn't going to catch on even with something as blatant as this.

"Just shut up and do my back Bolt…"

~oOo~

Sarada walked barefoot as the heat of the sand and sun sank into her body. Those should have been the primary sources of heat but the sight of Bolt's hot, chiselled body worked on her much better than they ever could.

As they approached the cresting waves, her eyes were glued to his broad back, his lean muscles and his arms. He looked incredible in the sunshine and it was almost enough for her to ignore the woman walking alongside him. Unfortunately, it seemed Bolt had gotten his looks from his mom.

Hinata Hyuuga-Uzumaki was just a normal parent until a few days ago. Entirely nice and well meaning although maybe less talkative than some of the other older people that knew about her and Bolt's relationship.

Sure, Sarada knew that Hinata was exceptionally pretty and had a killer figure but to have it thrown in her face like it was now was difficult to say the least. The black eyed teen watched in a feeling most like anger as mom and son conversed with Hinata's whole body shaking and bouncing.

Compared to her own more normal bikini, Hinata had opted for a tiny, strappy pink thing. The front showed off the biggest boobs Sarada had ever seen, while leaving a space to show off a tiny waist and wide flaring hips. Then the bottoms, god, the bottoms. They were practically nonexistent.

A pink sliver that was eaten up by a thick, bubble butt to leave only a small triangle at the upper section. With that, a huge expanse of ass meat was exposed, shining in the sun from the cream on it and wobbling like it was made of jelly.

So, it felt like Sarada had done something wrong. But Bolt had been adamant that there was nothing wrong, that Sarada was just finally seeing more of the woman because they'd made things public.

Well, Sarada didn't like what she was seeing.

It was a blessing then to at least hide that ludicrously curvy body under some water. Hopefully, they'd go deep. Sarada took a deep breath and then nodded at whatever Naruto had been saying, before tugging on her own bikini a little to show off a bit more of her perky boobs.

~oOo~

"Shit!" Bolt smacked the ball high into the air before rolling into the foot deep water.

"Nice one, baby!" His mom cheers, following up on his assist with a long shot.

"I've got it! Ahhh…!" His dad offered, rushing backwards to catch the sailing ball and managing to get fingertips to it but ultimately failing.

A small splash resounded and Bolt whooped victoriously as they won yet another point. The blonde wasted no time rushing over to his milf player and lifting her from behind in a firm hug.

"Ah~!" Hinata squealed delightfully as his chest connected with her back. "That was amazing, Bolt! I can't believe you kept that in!"

She turned to him with a dazzling smile and a soft body. The teen grinned back.

"No, it wouldn't be going so well without your accuracy Mom!" He high fived her and watched her pouty lips curl at their victory. She spun back to the other team and the teen took a moment to glance down at her butt.

The fat booty cheeks bounced, dangerously close to clapping together everytime she jumped and he admitted to himself that he was intentionally setting up her shots that way. It wasn't his fault though, she had a virtual thong on and he was only human after all.

"You guys need some more practice, I'd say!" Naruto rose from the low water, his thinning hair washed slick to his head, with a groan of annoyance. "Maybe we should play one handed, huh?"

"Mom's being nice. You guys fucking suck." He roared with laughter and Hinata laughed with him while Sarada charged over to the net.

"One last point. Winner takes all!" She demanded as she came to a stop.

"What's the point, honey, we haven't got anything to play for…"

"If you win, we'll pay for lunch tomorrow. Any restaurant you guys want." Hinata turned to him and they shared something nonverbal. "If we win, then we're back at the beach first thing tomorrow. No shopping!"

~oOo~

Hinata masked a smirk at that. Sarada had been obviously intimidated on their shipping spree, both by the amount of money spent and the nature of the clothing. It was all tiny dresses and miniscule bikinis meant to drive a man crazy. Needless to say, Sarada hadn't bought anything.

The girl wanted a win, something to cling on to and Hinata would delight in taking that away.

"You're on!" The lilac eyed babe accepted and got into position, arching her back and bending forwards near the net. She knew that Bolt was behind her, minding the back of their made up court and it did mean she pushed her butt out more than needed.

"Mr. Uzumaki, let's do this!" Sarada's small eyes narrowed with focus as she pushed the ball up for her serve. It went right and Hinata was right there, showing off her athletic past as she swerved it and returned to the opposite side of the net.

Naruto closed the gap and bumped it, just passing the net for an easy point but Bolt had read it completely and appeared in a flash to smash the ball to the far corner. Sarada went sprinting, her thin legs flailing awkwardly in the foot deep waters until she found her placement.

"Mr. Uzumaki!" She called, pushing the ball up into a slow set up. Naruto bungled back, tripping a little but surprisingly making it and returning the ball over the net.

Right into Hinata's hands.

With both of their team so far back, she locked eyes with Sarada. Then, she smirked for the first time, exposing just what the bitch could expect from her, before gently nudging the ball over the net. A perfect dropshot and a flawless victory for mom and son.

"Hell yeah, Mom~!" Bolt cheered from behind her and what followed was a loud, firm slap. "That's what I'm talking about, haha!"

He pumped his fists in the air, showboating at the net while the remaining trio all focused on the same thing. He'd just spanked her ass in front of them. His fingerprints were likely making themselves seen on her cheeks and none of them would be able to forget it long after those marks vanished.

~oOo~

Hinata waded out a bit further still and, with the relatively low depths, they were left in warm, roughly knee high water with minimal waves. The distance from the beach wasn't too great but he'd have to squint to make out what his fiancee and dad were doing back at the towels.

He'd told them to practise as a joke. A little competitive dig but Sarada seemed to take it seriously, her face scrunching up with determination before she ventured to shore to mess with the volleyball.

"This is far enough." He raised an eyebrow at her as she stopped finally and turned to him.

"Far enough for what?"

"Far enough that I can pretend the water washed them off…" With that, she reached over her head and removed the bikini strap allowing the tiny top to fall away onto the bobbing ocean.

"Whoa, whoa…" Bolt jerked out to grab the soaked item, stuffing them into his shorts' pockets and quickly looked back at the shoreline. "What are you doing?"

"Take off those shorts, baby…" She reached out to stroke his firm chest. The teen looked at her, his eyes drinking in her heavy titties hanging so erotically. They were wet and dripped enticingly in a way that had his fingers twitching to squeeze them but Sarada was so close.

"Mom, we're out in the open here…"

"You didn't care about that when you were fondling my boobs earlier or when you slapped my ass…"

"That's different." He disputed, stepping closer to her as she did the same. "She wasn't-

"We can say that the water blew them off if they notice, or we can tell them that you got bitten by something, I don't really give a shit."

"..." Bolt went quiet, her face so cool and determined and her nipples so hard.

"I played watching that monster bouncing around and I want to see it. Now." They were about a metre apart, the sun blazing to the side in the late afternoon.

"I'm not going to do that Mom."

"Okay." She accepted surprisingly easily and he couldn't deny he was disappointed. God, she was making him crazy and they hadn't even really done anything. "I'll go get your Dad, and he can let me suck his balls dry."

That caused a rise in him and Bolt lowered his gaze instinctively.

"You don't want me to, it's obvious." She vocalised on his behalf and then followed up with her signature sex voice.

"I want to see it now. Will you do that for me, baby? Will you show me your big, fat dick and I can use that to get me through this boring meal I have to go to with your dad…"

Well, if it was for the meal, then he wasn't really doing anything wrong. And Sarada was so far away anyways. The idea of getting his mom's pouty lips wrapped around the root of his cock had nothing to do with why he was considering her request.

She needed help and he was uniquely equipped to help her.

The teen glanced over to the shoreline and hooked his shorts before beginning to tug slowly.

~oOo~

Hinata cooed softly as she watched her handsome son lower his shorts lazily. In a tantalising display, he revealed his smooth crotch and then a thick base of shaft being constrained by his waistband.

"Hmmm… yes, you look so hot like that…" She complimented him, causing him to lock eyes with her. His red swim trunks had been so packed with dick that she'd been slowly getting herself worked up over the course of the game and that cocky, victorious slap of her ass had been a trigger.

"You were looking during the game?"

"Oh yeah…" Her hands roamed her torso, tweaking a pink nipple as she moaned in response.

"Shouldn't you have been looking at Dad, instead?" The shorts dropped to the ocean surface, and exposed his girthy, soft cock.

"Hmm…" She shivered a little just at the sight, pinching her hard nub and tugging on it a little. "No way. You're sooo much bigger and hotter even like this~!"

He smirked smugly, obviously receptive to her filthy compliment and to the way her eyes were scanning over his meat, and then reached out to hold the side of her neck.

"Did you like seeing my big ass?"

"Fuckkk mom…We should really stop…" He hissed, his free hand dropping to his abs while the one on her body slithered across her soft, wet skin to squeeze her breasts.

"You loved it, didn't you? You watched me bounce my ass and shake tits at every chance you could have…" Hinata reached out and gripped his hardening cock, while looking over to the shoreline. Her son followed his gaze to his prissy little girlfriend but refused to release her supple chest. "Were you even looking at her?"

"Ugh…" He groaned throatily and bounced her boob in his hand for a second, before looking back at her body to find her resting her hand on top of his. Together, they manipulated her breasts, adding an element of roughness and intimacy that was missing from her own fingers.

"No… You weren't. You were watching me, having fun with me, winning with me, and thinking about all the filthy, depraved things that you want to do-"

"Heyyyyyy…!" A voice called from far away and suddenly, Bolt was behind her, jamming his steel rod into her ass.

"Hi, Sarada…!" Hinata replied, all the gentle foreplay falling by the wayside as they addressed the fiancee.

"..." The raven-haired teen was obviously talking, her palms cupped around her mouth as if trying to amplify her voice, but it was barely audible. And it didn't help that Bolt was distracting her with eight inches of bloated cock.

"You know, I think you were right. We should probably get back…" Bolt responded to her sensible suggestion by wrapping a strong arm around her neck, his hand clapping down on her shoulder, and pulling her tight to him. Their hot, wet bodies melted together as they both stared at the girl.

"...Sure…" He spoke breathily, sliding his cock between her asscheeks while using his free hand to roll her nipples. She grinded back against him, smooshing her plump cheeks against him, gyrating her hips in concentric circles that massaged his long, hard length.

"She's looking at you, waiting for you to come back…"

"Yeah, yeah… definitely…" He adjusted his head to come next to her ear. "But, you wanted this right…? Maybe you could just…"

"She's calling you baby. Your precious little girlfriend. Do you think she can see us right now?" She leaned back and kissed his jaw, loving the feel of her hands on her and his possessive grip across her neck.

"No, I'm sure we're too far out…"

"She's waving us over…"

"Yeah right, no I will…, but, I'm all worked up…"

"So…?" She had never been so hot, prying the answer from his hot mouth, and feeling his squeeze tighten in animal hunger.

"Just… uh…" His breathy tone struck her ear. "You were going to suck my dick, right...?"

"Oh." Hinata feigned innocence. "Oh, no Bolt. You were right about being careful with Sarada around. What kind of mom would I be if I gave you the best, sloppiest, most incredible blowjob of your life and then sent you to the hotel room with your girlfriend with empty balls?"

ng the bikini top from his shorts.

"Besides, I'm sure you'll get something amazing from your soon-to-be wife anyways…. right?"