TSUNADE AND SHIZUNE

The moonlight filtered through the silk curtains painted silvery stripes on their intertwined bodies. Miguel reclined on the bed, his still-throbbing member between Tsunade's thighs, when Shizune's eager eyes caught his attention.

"Want to join in, little shadow?" he teased, pinching the Hokage's dark nipple, who arched her back with a hoarse moan.

Shizune didn't respond with words. Her fingers already trembled as she drew wet circles on her own thigh, her uniform skirt hiked up to her waist. Miguel chuckled—a low, animalistic sound—before pulling Tsunade off his lap with a tug of her hair.

"Come here," he ordered, pointing to the space between her legs.

Shizune moved like a ghost, her knees hitting the wooden floor before her consciousness even registered the movement. Tsunade, on all fours beside her, growled as she felt her pupil's tongue licking the fluids that trickled from her swollen vagina.

"Don't be selfish," Miguel scolded, pulling Tsunade by the hair until her lips met his penis. "Share."

The ritual began. Tsunade swallowed half its length with the expertise of someone who knew every vein, while Shizune licked the base like a ravenous creature, her fingers buried in her own vagina. Miguel watched, his abdominal muscles contracting as Tsunade suddenly grabbed Shizune's nape and pushed her against his scrotum.

"Lick better," Tsunade ordered, her voice thick with pleasure, rubbing her pupil's face against her salty skin. "Be useful."

Shizune obeyed with religious fervor, her tongue tracing moist paths until it found Miguel's anus. When she penetrated him with the tip of her tongue, they both cried out—he with pleasure, Tsunade with jealousy.

"MY place," the blonde growled, digging her nails into Shizune's shoulder before violently pushing her aside. Miguel seized the moment to stand, his erection slapping against his defined abdomen as he walked to the leather armchair in the corner.

"Enough bickering," he warned, sitting down with his legs spread. "Come on. Both of you."

Tsunade began to move, her breasts swaying rhythmically as she rubbed her vagina against Shizune, who, in turn, devoured her vagina with a mixture of devotion and desperation, her hands squeezing her own breasts.

Miguel closed his eyes as he thrust between her breasts, the first wave of orgasm hitting Tsunade—her hot fluids running down her thigh as she cried out, her pelvic muscles visibly contracting. Shizune took the opportunity to swallow his entire penis, her cheeks sinking from under Tsunade as he finally exploded in her throat.

When he fell back, exhausted, the two women were kneeling beside him—Tsunade licking Shizune's soiled fingers, who in turn kissed her mistress's wet thigh.

"Don't forget," Miguel murmured, stroking their heads like pets, "you exist for this."

They responded in unison, their voices choked with ecstasy:

"Thank you, Master."