Chapter 6: Sarada 18+ 2

Boruto's grip tightened on Sarada's hair as he guided her head up and down his shaft, setting a steady pace. His other hand reached down to fondle one of her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh through her shirt.

"Mmm, you're really getting into it, aren't you? I love seeing you like this," Boruto groaned, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Your Sharingan looks so intense... Almost like it's about to break free."

He pulled her off his cock for just a moment, allowing her to catch her breath before plunging back in. Boruto grinned, enjoying the way Sarada's moans vibrated against his sensitive skin.

"You know, once you start going down on me, it's hard to stop. I might keep you on your knees all day," 

Sarada's mind was hazy with lust, her body trembling with need as Boruto used her mouth. The feeling of his strong hands gripping her hair sent shivers down her spine. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, her Sharingan still spinning wildly.

At his words, a thrill ran through her. The idea of being kept on her knees, servicing him all day, made her clench her thighs together. More of her juices soaked through her panties, leaving a damp spot on her crotch.

"I-It's okay! I can do it all day if that's what you want, Boruto!" she gasped out when he let her surface for air. Her voice was husky with desire.

Sarada dove back down eagerly, taking him as deep as she could.

Sarada's tongue swirled around Boruto's thick shaft as she bobbed her head faster, determined to please him. Her small hands came up to cup and massage his heavy balls, rolling them gently. She wanted to make him feel incredible.

The wet sounds of her slurping filled the training ground, punctuated by her muffled moans. Drool leaked from the corners of her stretched lips, dribbling down her chin. But Sarada didn't care how debased she looked - all that mattered was worshipping Boruto's magnificent cock.

She pulled back to focus on the tip, lapping at it like a kitten drinking milk. Her pointed tongue flicked rapidly over his slit, coaxing out more pre-cum. Then she sealed her lips around just the head and sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks.

Sarada's Sharingan flashed as she felt Boruto throb against her tongue. She knew he must be close. Determined to make him cum, she took him as deep as possible until the tip hit the back of her throat. Her nose pressed against his pelvis as she held him there, swallowing around his length.

Her throat muscles rippled along his shaft, massaging him from all angles. At the same time, she pumped what wasn't in her mouth with both hands, twisting slightly. Sarada's own arousal was skyrocketing, her neglected pussy aching and empty. But she focused solely on Boruto's pleasure, wanting nothing more than to taste his release.

With a low moan that vibrated deliciously around his cock, Sarada started bobbing again, fucking her own face on his thick meat.

"Man! I would go for some dango right now!" Boruto and Sarada froze as they heard a voice at the entrance of the training ground. Boruto picked Sarada up and vanished from the place, only to hide behind a bush.

Sarada yelped softly as Boruto suddenly scooped her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Her face flushed bright red, mortified at nearly being caught in such a compromising position. She buried her burning face against his neck to hide her embarrassment.

"B-Boruto! What are we doing?" she whispered urgently, her voice muffled against his skin. Despite the interruption, Sarada couldn't help but press closer to him, her body still thrumming with need. The heat of his bare chest seeped into her thin shirt, making her nipples stiffen.

Through the leaves of their hiding spot. Sarada could see Anko Mitarashi entering the training ground. Boruto looked surprised at how her figure looked. It was not fat like he thought, but lean and thick like the OG Anko.

"Keep sucking," Boruto said with a smirk as he felt his arousal increase. Sarada blushed, before moving back to Boruto's cock.

Sarada bit her lip, glancing nervously towards Anko who seemed oblivious to their presence. Despite her embarrassment, the command in Boruto's voice sent a thrill through her. She wanted to obey him, needed to taste him again.

With shaking hands, Sarada fumbled to free Boruto's rigid member from his pants. Once it sprang out, she wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, stroking slowly. Leaning in, she dragged her tongue along the underside from base to tip before engulfing the head in her warm mouth.

She started to suck, trying to be quiet despite her growing enthusiasm. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive crown as she hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight seal. All the while, she kept one eye on Anko, terrified of being discovered even as it added a forbidden thrill.

Anko sniffed the air, and her eyes narrowed as a snake-like smirk appeared on her lips. She looked towards Boruto's hiding spot discreetly. She could smell their arousal a mile away with her snake-like smell. 

"Brats these days, doing it in a public space," Anklo shook her head before going back to her training. She did not want to disturb whatever the two had going on. She pretended like she knew nothing.

Sarada tensed as she noticed Anko glance their way, certain they'd been caught. She tried to pull off Boruto's cock, but his hand on the back of her head held her in place. Her sharingan captured how she looked at their hiding spot.

Despite her fear of discovery, Sarada found herself unable to resist Boruto's touch. She relaxed her jaw and took him deeper, suppressing her whimpers. Her tongue worked along his length as she bobbed her head, determined to please him even in this risky situation.

One hand crept down to rub at her aching core through her soaked panties, seeking some relief. The other massaged his heavy sack, coaxing out more of his musky essence.

Boruto groaned quietly as Sarada's skilled mouth enveloped his throbbing shaft. The risk of getting caught only heightened his arousal, his hips rocking subtly to thrust deeper into her wet heat. He tangled his fingers in her silky hair, guiding her movements.

"That's it, just like that," he breathed, his voice low and husky. "You're doing so well, keeping quiet for me. Such a good girl."

His free hand slid under her shirt to palm her breast, kneading the soft mound. He could feel her nipple pebble against his touch, evidence of her own intense desire. Boruto pinched and rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers, knowing it would send jolts of pleasure straight to her core.

He glanced over at Anko, noticing her enticing body.

Sarada's eyes fluttered closed as Boruto played with her sensitive breast, waves of pleasure radiating from his touch. She arched into his hand, silently begging for more even as she focused on pleasuring him with her mouth. Her tongue undulated along his shaft, tracing the thick veins and ridges she'd memorized.

Feeling emboldened by his praise, Sarada took him to the hilt, burying her nose in his pelvis as she swallowed around him. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the stretch, but she maintained eye contact, her crimson irises swirling hypnotically. She wanted him to see how much she loved this, how far she was willing to go for him.

Her hand rubbed faster circles over her clothed sex, the damp fabric clinging obscenely to her folds.

Sarada's slick walls clenched around her fingers as she frigged herself shamelessly, too lost in pleasure to care about discretion anymore. Soft, breathy moans vibrated around Boruto's cock as she neared her peak, the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter.

Just then, Anko's voice rang out, causing Sarada to freeze mid-thrust. The older woman was stretching, her lithe body on full display. Sarada's eyes widened as she drank in the sight, a fresh gush of arousal flooding her panties.

Sarada's eyes widened at Boruto's filthy words, a fresh surge of lust crashing over her. The idea of swallowing his release, of tasting his essence, made her dizzy with want. She nodded frantically, her lips stretched obscenely around his pistoning shaft.

She doubled her efforts, sucking harder and faster, her tongue lashing at the sensitive underside. One hand left her dripping core to fondle his heavy sack, rolling his balls in her palm. The other snaked up to join its twin on her breast, pinching and tugging at her aching nipples.

Sarada's climax hit her like a freight train, her inner muscles clamping down rhythmically as ecstasy flooded her system. She moaned long and low around Boruto's cock, the vibrations pushing him closer to the edge.

As Sarada's orgasm crashed over her, her whole body shuddered and convulsed. The intense pleasure short-circuited her brain, reducing her to pure sensation. Her velvety walls rippled and squeezed, desperately trying to find friction even without penetration.

Lost in the throes of her climax, Sarada failed to notice Anko turning back towards their hiding spot. The older woman's keen senses had picked up on the telltale signs of their activities - the hitches in their breathing, the subtle rustling of leaves, the unmistakable scent of sex hanging heavy in the air.

Anko's lips curled into a knowing smirk as she spotted the pair through the foliage. Instead of confronting them directly, she simply called out in a singsong voice, "You kids having fun?" 

Anko recognised the pair. It was the son of Naruto and the daughter of Sakura. She was surprised that two people like this were going at it, but not that shocking.

Sarada's eyes flew open wide as Anko's voice cut through the haze of her pleasure. Mortification crashed over her like a bucket of ice water, dousing the flames of her arousal. She tried to pull off Boruto's cock, but he held her firmly in place, clearly not wanting to stop.

Panic rising in her throat, Sarada's gaze darted frantically between Boruto's face and Anko's smirking one visible through the leaves. Her face burned with shame even as her treacherous body continued to shudder with aftershocks. The wet squelch of her fingers in her sopping panties seemed deafening in the sudden silence.

"Ahh... B-Boruto..." she whimpered, torn between the desperate need to flee and the overwhelming urge to bring him to completion.

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