She decided yes.

Why not? She asked herself. It was a friday night and she was home alone. Maybe that would be just what she needed to get her mind off that stressful day.

Placing the remote on the coffe table, Sakura double-checked if she was really alone in her house. Call it paranoia but, growing up in a household with incredibly intrusive parents, you could never be too careful in these 'risky' stituations. The pinkette stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

She pulled down her shorts, leaving her girly bits exposed, and sat down on the toilet. Sakura viewed touching herself more of a need than something to fantasize about, like peeing or drinking water. That's why she began working so unceremoniously. The most that she would usually think about was something involving Sasuke-kun. Yet strangely enough, as she felt her puffy lips and the growing stickiness under her fingers, he was nowhere to be found inside her head.

Sakura kept rubbing slowly, starting from the lowest part of her womanhood and stopping just below her patch of pink pubes until a nice tingle started to permeate her lower half. Her legs spread, the ninja looked down at her pussy growing wet with her juices. Sakura decided to kick it up a notch and grabbed one of her breasts underneath the fabric of her t-shirt. Playing with her nipple, she pretended that there was a charming ninja behind her. She pictured him with cerulean eyes and blond hair.

"Oh, Narut-" The girl interrupted herself as the hand under her shirt went to muffle her moan. No, this can't be happening. Her mind protested, but her other hand kept rubbing, the pinkette feeling herself twitch down there. Sakura considered stopping, but another twitch when his image briefly passed through her mind convinced her that it was too late for that. So she decided to act in a faster pace, finishing it before more of that could take place inside her head.

The kunoichi massaged her small clit more intensely. A small moan escaped her lips. Yet although she started feeling pleasure more strongly, the young Haruno knew it wouldn't be enough. If she knew her body well, she'd have to stick something up there to quell its burning desire. Luckily, the girl wasn't too shy with her fingers, even though they were slender.

Sakura felt anticipation building up within her as she prepared two fingers to penetrate herself. As if to muster enough courage to continue with the unseemly, Sakura braced herself. She couldn't control her moaning when she felt them sliding inside. As they started to rub against the inner walls of her pussy, the pinkette conjured up images to go along with the sensations.

She pictured a nice and strong good-looking dick between her legs, satisfying the desire of her femininity. She moaned and moaned, losing herself in the act. Sakura was unsure of when he had made his way into her head again but only that her pussy seemed to really enjoy when she rubbed herself to him.

"Narutoooh..." She let out, this time far too into it to stop herself from saying. Her cunt twitched and she could feel her insides getting tighter around her fingers. She imagined her blond teammate there, wearing his hideous orange jumpsuit with a faint smell of ramem and sweat, screwing her brains out.

"Yeesss, Nauto-kuuun, harder pleeeease..." He would obey her inside her head. Pounding her pussy and their flesh making all sorts clapping noises when slapping against each other.

"Fuck me raw Naruto-kun, treat me like your little cockwhore..." It was as if she had no control over what she was saying. The girl only knew that it felt good when those degrading things came out of her mouth and were directed at the demi-god that Naruto was. Finally she imagined him cumming inside her. The pinkette didn't know why, but the thought of his seed flooding her womb and impregnating her with his babies made her go over the edge.

Sakura braced herself as she felt something pushing out of her. Her eyes widened almost in terror as they saw her pussy squirt a jet of transparent liquid, getting it all over the floor. She tried to stop it but only suceeded in getting herself into an even bigger, sticky mess.

Finally she stopped squirting, her pussy still twitching madly. Her chest slowly rose up and fell as she exhaled. Exhausted by the profane exercise, Sakura didn't know whether to feel satisfied or terrified by the fact that fantasizing about Naruto gave her the best orgasm she ever had in her life.