She lets Sakura take the lead.

Feeling passion bloom in her chest, Ino wants to throw Sakura backwards and ravish her, but something holds her back, a heavy **** pressing into her mind, telling her to lie back and relax. That's what Sakura wants.

Ino opens her mouth to let Sakura's tongue in, her own tongue unable to respond properly, but still happily wiggling to Sakura's.

Sakura breaks the kiss, "Don't worry Ino, I'll take good care of you,"

The comment is weird but Ino can't stop herself from smiling, "Really?"

"Yeah," Sakura grins, lowering her hands to her waist and unzipping her shirt, smiling saucily, she throws it over her chest and onto the floor.

Ino's eyes gravitate to her chest. Sakura unclasps her bra.

Her nipples are the same color of her hair and lips, complementing her rosy skin.

Both of them realize Ino's still wearing her bra.

Sakura giggles, "Let me get that," she leans over again, brushing her lips against Ino's and reaching under Ino's back, somehow managing to unclothe her.

The bra comes off, their bodies meshing together. Bronze and pink skin melting in a sea of kisses and moans.

Soon Sakura's biking shorts are off (she wasn't wearing any panties), and Ino's tongue is eagerly inside her best friend's pussy, legs tightly bound around her head.

"O-Oh god Ino! That's it! Keep licking there!"

Ino's hands have drifted to her own pussy, gently massing her folds through her panties.

Time stops, Ino's senses focus on the sound of Sakura's voice, the wet noises of her tongue and hands...

"That's it Ino," Sakura moans calmly, "Swallow it all. Don't my juices taste good?"

Ino hums a throaty affirmative.

"Just imagine, every lick is a part of my essence going into you," Ino looks up and meets Sakura's haunting green eyes, "We're almost lovers now, Ino,"

Sakura reaches around and takes Ino's hand out of her pussy, "And don't worry about that. We have toys for later. Just keep licking, I'm almost there, then it's your turn..." Sakura moans, "Almost there..."

Ino has to agree, Sakura does taste good. Sweet, not the sour fruitiness of her own juices. Sakura is like sugar. Molten sugar whose taste lingers in her mouth and throat, making her chest burn and her mind fog.

"Ah! I'm cumming Ino-chan! Make sure to swallow it all!"

Ino redoubles her efforts.