Cruel Rival NTR 2

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"Uzumaki-san! How much of a chance do you think you have of-"

"Uchiha-san! Why do you think that-?"

Press conferences were something that Uchiha Sasuke typically dreaded. He wasn't camera shy, or anxious about going on live television or anything like that - but the annoying reporters, floating around him like wasps, the obnoxious clicking and bright flashes of pictures being taken, not to mention the helpless fangirls that tried to push their way to the front of the crowd, and Sasuke could honestly say that he loathed conferences.

This one, in particular, was a little more grating than others.

"Ha! Please. As if that teme could beat me. I'll have him down in two rounds flat!" Uzumaki Naruto was saying, a smug grin on his face, three or four microphones positioned inches from his mouth. "Somebody would have to be an idiot to bet on him!" he continued, pointing at Sasuke for a moment.

Sasuke rolled his eyes.

One of the most highly anticipated matches of the century was rapidly approaching. Uzumaki 'the Kyuubi' Naruto versus Uchiha 'the Avenger' Sasuke. Fans of the boxing world were divided into two camps. Betting odds put the two about neck and neck in chances of winning, and millions upon millions of dollars was being funnelled into it, from advertisers and sponsors to preparing the massive arena where the fight would take place.

There were two reasons why the fight was so big.

Firstly, Sasuke and Naruto were both the top in their field. This was their reunification match, the fight that would decide which one of them would finally put a defeat on their record. Both of them were undefeated in the ring, and neither showed any signs of going easy on the other.

Secondly, they had history. It was no secret that the both of them had initially been trained by the same man - Hatake Kakashi, a once world-class boxer who was put out of commission by a fan throwing a broken bottle into the ring, causing him to lose an eye. He was still an avid boxer, even if he couldn't step into the ring, and he had mentored both Sasuke and Naruto.

That is, until they'd gone their separate ways - Sasuke going to the former world champion Orochimaru, renowned for his dirty tactics, and Naruto going to the long since retired champion Jiraiya.

There existed no videos or photos of the two training together. Never before, had Naruto and Sasuke had a match against each other in the ring, despite their lengthy list of victories. This was the fight, that would decide who would become the newest king of boxing.

It was sure to be a good one.

Thankfully, the press conference didn't last all that long. Afterwards, once the cameras were off and the reporters dispersed, Naruto came up - clapping him on the shoulder, a bright grin on his face, dragging him to a private room claiming that he wanted to "Catch up with his old friend." In other words, he wanted to boast some more.

Sasuke took a sip of the beer that Naruto had offered him, not even listening to the blond as he went on and on, about one thing or another.

Really, the Uchiha didn't feel nearly as invested in the fight, as most of the boxing world and Naruto himself was. It just didn't interest him. He was aware that Naruto had likely gotten a bit better at the sport - but back when they had both been training under Kakashi, Naruto had never managed to score a win against him. Never.

It was a foregone conclusion who was going to win, at least, to Sasuke. And he didn't care about the money, either. Sasuke already had more than enough to live comfortably for the rest of his life - from advertisers and sponsors, or from appearing in commercials to peddle some ridiculous product.

He was actually considering quitting. He had never really liked Naruto all that much… but, he still felt perhaps the slightest smidge of respect for his former teacher, Kakashi, and he didn't want to humiliate one of his students in front of the entire world.

And then-

"Ha! I bet you this, teme," Naruto was saying. "I bet that whoever wins the fight, gets to keep all of the money that each of us get. How does that sound?" A pause. "Oh! And I bet, that if I win, that you'll have to say that I'm the best boxer in the whole world… and… and you'll do it in a dress!"

He rolled his eyes at first, taking another sip of his beer. And then, something popped into Sasuke's mind. An idea.

Suddenly, Sasuke sat up straighter, his eyes narrowing. For an instant, a cruel, callous smirk played on his lips. And then, it was wiped clean, replaced with his typical stoic expression.

"Deal." Sasuke said. Naruto blinked, taken aback.

"Really…?" the blonde said, his mouth slightly agape.

Sasuke chuckled. "It's a deal-" he revised. "On one condition. If I win… I get to spend a night alone with your wife."

Uzumaki Sakura was a smoking hot, drop dead gorgeous supermodel, and actress. Calling her desirable was an understatement - to put it into perspective, any teenager who had hit puberty whilst she had been modeling could confidently say that they'd mastrubated to her walking on stage in those tight dresses. Many men could say the same too.

"Woah, woah, woah." Naruto said, putting his hands up. "I was just joking, I didn't mean-"

"Oh… so you're backing off now?" Sasuke said, leaning forward. "Then again… I shouldn't have expected more from a dobe like you." He smirked. "A coward, through and through."

Naruto grit his teeth.

Simultaneously, they both stood up. "I'm no coward." Naruto growled.

"Prove it, then." Sasuke said.

The Uchiha extended his hand.

Naruto glowered at it for a moment. But, whether it was confidence or arrogance that drove him to the decision of putting his wife's body on the line, wouldn't matter. Maybe it was just the mental image of Sasuke in a dress - or the satisfaction of maybe hearing his long time rival finally admit who was better… but it got the better of the young Uzumaki.

Naruto grasped Sasuke's hand, and shook.

The bet was made.

'Game over.' Sasuke thought.

---

The best thing diehard fans of Uzumaki 'the Kyuubi' Naruto could say about the fight, was that it didn't last the full twelve rounds.

It was… brutal. Undeniably so. Even Sasuke fans were taken aback by the venom their idol seemed to pack into every punch - the cold smirk that played on his lips, and especially the evil gleam in his eyes.

Calling it a fight was honestly giving it too much. A beat down was more accurate. A slaughter. Sasuke seemed to dance out of the way whenever Naruto threw his patented right hook, and any jabs or punches seemed to just glance off of him. On the other hand, Naruto seemed unable to avoid any of Sasuke's strikes. He was just too fast, too skillful, too deadly. It was a testament to Naruto's strong vitality that he managed to last a full ten rounds, after multiple knock-outs, a variety of brutal punches that were sure to cause bruises that would last for weeks, and a tooth or two knocked out.

The tenth round opened, with half of the crowd going rampant, and the other half looking practically dead inside. The fighters in the ring seemed to share the same sentiment. Sasuke looked unscathed, untouched - not even sweating, but looking more as if he was having a simple training session. Naruto, on the other hand, was bruised and battered, one of his eyes swelling up horrifically, hardly able to keep his hands up at this point. The only reason the referee hadn't called it off at this point was because there would be a riot if a fight this high profile didn't have an undeniable victory.

Naruto knew he was losing. He could hardly see. There was a strange ringing in his ears. His body felt as if it was on fire. All he could see was Sasuke in front of him - that smirk plastered on his face, the same smirk he'd had all those years ago when the two of them had been Kakashi's students still.

There was a move in Naruto's arsenal that he saved for just an occasion like this. It was a variation of his right hook - one that had felled many a man before. It was his only hope.

He tried it, cocking his fist back, and letting it fly, the glove barely a blur.

The crowd held its breath.

Sasuke took a step back, and Naruto's glove hit nothing but air. His blue eyes widened. And then, Sasuke's fist caught him, two brutal punches turning his kidneys inside out. Naruto doubled over, huffing and wheezing. There was a pause, hardly even a millisecond, and then with a three punch combo, Sasuke ended it. A left hook, a right jab, and a vicious uppercut that seemed to lift Naruto off his feet.

The blond fell onto his back, and didn't move.

"One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! TEN!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

There was a pause, as Sasuke stood - triumphant - over Naruto's limp body. And then, the crowd exploded. The most smug, self confident smirk spread across Sasuke's face as the referee held up his hand.

"The winner is… Uchiha Sasuke! By… knockout!"

It seemed as if the crowd was a single organism, either cheering or booing Sasuke, the faces lost, only hands and hair visible. It was deafening, the referee cringing a little bit, one hand pressed over an ear while the other still held Sasuke's hand high. Sasuke seemed unaffected, his dark eyes roaming across the crowd, searching… searching… until finally, he found that familiar head of pink hair.

There she was. Emerald eyes trained on Naruto's unconscious body, filled with worry, her hands clutched to her mouth. Sasuke licked his lips, sheer willpower stopping him from sporting a partial right then and there, just at the anticipation at what was to come.

In the end, Naruto had to be taken to the hospital. Sasuke's final uppercut had given him a concussion - and combined with the bruising, the knocked out teeth, the swelling… he was going to be there for a little while. The blond was unconscious for a long while, avoiding the jeering and the insults that was thrown at his unconscious body, by Sasuke's fans and his (former) fans as well - the first group having expected nothing less from the Uzumaki, and the latter being downright ashamed to have ever called themselves fans in the first place.

He was awake now. But he hadn't said a word since he had regained consciousness. Instead, he simply stared at the wall. Sakura was at his side - her hands clutching Naruto's, the pink haired bombshell biting her lip in worry.

The door opened. And Sasuke strolled in, his face calm, although his walk was more of a strut than anything. Incidentally, Sakura had dropped something on the floor just before he stepped in - and so, the first thing he saw was a view of her lovely ass… swaying from side to side as she scraped beneath the hospital bed. It looked so delightful. He could just imagine the things he could- would do to it.

"Hey there champ!" Sasuke said, announcing his presence, his voice sounding strangely… cheerful, or at least as cheerful as someone like Sasuke could manage. "Just checking in. Is he alright?"

"He's fine." Sakura said, standing up and turning around. "What… what are you doing here?"

"I'm here for you, obviously." Sasuke said. "Unless… did Naruto not tell you about our deal?" He smirked, stepping forward, nudging Sakura out of the way. He reared his hand back, and smacked Naruto around the face - the blonde jolting, his blue eyes wide. "Awake now, dobe?" Sasuke said mockingly. "Good. Your wife and I were just about to leave for the night."

"Wait… what?" Sakura said, confusion laced in her voice. "Honey, what's going on?" she said to Naruto.

"So he didn't tell you." Sasuke said, his smirk growing ever wider.

Naruto couldn't summon the courage to look Sakura, or Sasuke in the eye. His wife… his lovely wife… he had bet her like some sort of animal. He had been so confident. And yet, Sasuke had played with him like a little child, he had beat him, he had lost just like he always had.

There was the slightest incline of his head, that Sasuke noticed. As if Naruto was saying 'Go ahead, you won.'

"Basically," Sasuke said, turning to Sakura - who had still been waiting for Naruto's answer. "Your dumbass of a husband decided to put you up for grabs."

"Put… me up for grabs?" she mumbled.

"To put it simply - you're mine for the night." Sasuke said. "Mine to do whatever I want to, however I want to, all. Night. Long."

Sakura turned to Naruto. "Is- is this true?" she said, her voice shocked.

Again, he didn't answer. His face flushed in shame, his blue eyes staring at his lap.

Sasuke reached forward, grasping Sakura's hand. "Come on," he said. "Let's go."

"No!" Sakura said, trying to rip her hand away from him, but finding that his grip was far too strong for her.

"You don't have a choice." Sasuke said, his voice low. "This was a bet between men. Your husband lost. You're mine for the night. Don't make this any harder than you have to, Sakura, because I'm not afraid to escalate things if I'm forced to." He flashed her a cruel, calculating smirk. "And besides?" he said, still gripping her hand. "Why don't you feel how much I've been waiting for this?"

He took her hand, and placed it against his erection. Sakura froze, as he forced her hand to rub his clothed member, to feel his hardness, his warmth. Her breathing seemed to slow. Her emerald eyes widened, until they seemed to be the size of dinner plates.

"You're the one who made me like this, Sakura." Sasuke murmured. "So hard. So needy, so aroused. The things I'm going to do to you tonight… oh… oh, it's going to be fun for both of us." He grinned, his face looking like a demon's for an instant. "Let's go."

As easily as a mother picking up her child, Sasuke slung the still shocked Sakura over his shoulder. Before she could even think of resisting, it was too late - his grip too tight. Either by accident, or on purpose (hint: it was on purpose), Sasuke grabbed a delightful handful of Sakura's tight ass, to use as a grip to keep her steady over his shoulder.

"See you later." Sasuke said, with a wave at Naruto. "Looks like I'm going to have two KO victories in one night." he said, a mocking laugh escaping his lips. With another smirk, he strolled out of the room.

There were several guards posted outside the room - Sasuke's guards, to be exact. All of them were well aware of what was going on, knowing the humiliation that was about to occur to Naruto. They each seemed to wear the same smirks on their faces, and if one could see their eyes beneath the tinted sunglasses they wore, they were sure to be amused. One guard promptly stuffed a gag into Sakura's mouth, to silence her screaming, despite the fact that she continued to punch and scratch uselessly at Sasuke's back.

Naruto couldn't move. The door was open - he watched as Sakura struggled, as they gagged her, he watched as Sasuke groped the ass of his wife, and he knew, he knew what was going to happen, he knew what Sasuke was going to do.

'Damn it!' Naruto said, struggling uselessly. His head felt woozy. The lights were dimming. The concussion was coming back in full force, and it took everything out of him to even remain conscious. 'I shouldn't have taken that deal! Damn it! Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn-!"

---

Sakura was quite the feisty woman, Sasuke thought.

They had taken a relatively isolated stairwell, and by extension, a backdoor out of the hospital - so as to avoid attracting attention. Sasuke had promptly shoved Sakura into the back of a limo, slid in after her, and had been forced to endure her pointless kicking, her muffled screaming, her fruitless attempts to open the door or break the glass, for about fifteen minutes, as they drove back to the building that housed his pent house.

Again, they entered through a backdoor - and Sasuke dragged Sakura into a private elevator that lead only to his penthouse. The guards remained downstairs, having been instructed to do so earlier, knowing that their boss and his lady for the night were going to need their privacy.

The penthouse was luxurious. It seemed to be bathed in wealth - priceless furniture, amazing food, bottles upon bottles of every kind of alcohol you could think of, and the most spectacular view of the city that money could buy. Not that Sakura noticed it, the pinkette still struggling uselessly, although it was clear her energy was rapidly fading. A super model trying to fight a boxer was a hopeless endeavor, and the most she'd managed to do was ruffle his shirt a little.

As if she were merely a ragdoll, Sasuke dragged her from the elevator. WIth a fierce yank, he pulled the gag from her mouth - discarding it on the floor uselessly. With her still struggling and kicking, he pulled her through the penthouse, and into his bedroom. He flicked on the light. And then, he grabbed her by the waist, and quite literally threw her onto the bed.

She seemed stunned for a minute. The moment she was still gave Sasuke a moment to truly absorb her appearance… and it, was, fantastic.

The red dress she wore was tight, unfathomably so, hugging her bust (was that a pushup bra?), her thighs, her hips, her ass, her stomach… it looked as if it were a second skin, caressing her curves, amplifying them even further. The cleavage alone was fantastic, but the dress itself was short - only falling down to about her upper thigh. The way she had landed gave him a terrific, mind boggling view of the green panties she wore beneath the dress, the color of the fabric the same shade as her eyes.

"You fucking asshole! You son of a-!"

She was stopped dead.

Nimble fingers reached down to his belt buckle, and with practiced ease, undid it. Sasuke jerked his pants down… and his cock flopped out, every inch on display for Sakura to see and soak in.

"H-holy…" Sakura stammered.

Calling it long was an understatement, she thought. Let's just say… comparing Sasuke's cock to a cucumber, was doing a disservice to Sasuke. And it was thick, too, as thick as a soda can even. The fact that it was hard made it worse, as it jutted straight outwards from his crotch in her direction, so that she could see every pebble-sized glob of precum leak from the tip and onto the floor.

A flush slowly began to creep up her neck. Sakura knew, she knew that the foreign stickiness in between her legs was a sign that something was about to happen. Whether it was bad or not, remained to be seen.

"I'll admit, I'm a sucker for boxing." Sasuke said quietly, taking a step closer to the bed, his cock swinging in front of him and entrancing Sakura even further. "So… here's what we're going to be doing tonight - the two of us are going to have a twelve round championship fuck fest." He grinned cruelly. "Let's see if you last longer than the whelp you call a husband."

She watched dumbly as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. His body - muscular and built, looking like a pale Greek god that had come down from the heavens to grace Earth with his presence. Combined with that cock he was… he was…

'... perfect…' she thought, rubbing her thighs together, her face flushed as pink as her hair.

"Ready?" Sasuke said, although he didn't care one way or another. "Let's get this fucking party started."

She could almost hear it in her head.

"Round one!"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

He was upon her. She felt the bed dip down as he put his weight on it, having moved so fast that she'd hardly registered his approach until he was right there. His smirking face filled her vision. He crawled on top of her, his lips attacking her neck, his strong, manly hands caressing her body. She shivered. He was so warm. So hot, in both temperature and looks.

'Oh kami…' she thought. 'I-I can feel it…' His cock. Sliding up her long legs, teasing the hem of her dress, and then grinding against her clothed crotch. If his body was hot, it was nothing compared to his member - and she couldn't help but gasp.

"Let's get these off." he murmured, his voice a low growl. His fingers grabbed the straps of her dress, and slowly, tantalizingly, he pulled them down revealing her smooth, bare shoulders. He gave her shoulder blade a casual lick, before dragging the dress further down, until her breasts seemed to spill out. Of course, they were contained by a green bra - but Sasuke tore it off so fast, it might as well have not been there at all. He threw it behind him unceremoniously.

Her breasts finally free, rosy nipples exposed to the world, Sasuke had only action in mind. He didn't throw himself at them - he attacked them, his lips nipping and nibbling at one of her nipples while his hand groped and squeezed her other tit. She was like a putty in his hands. Moaning, slowly grinding her hips against his erection, her cheeks as pink as her hair, her eyes showing a mixture of lust and of self loathing.

Of course, he wouldn't be content with merely sucking and squeezing her tits. Oh, no, no no no - that wouldn't do at all. After all, Sakura was his for the night. He was going to do so many twisted, depraved things to her… it was going to be wonderful. He was going to bathe her in his seed, turn all of her holes inside out… and more. He was a vindictive bastard, that was for sure. Naruto had bet his wife, after all, and he had lost, decisively at that. Sakura was a poor, innocent bystander in this situation, but that didn't mean he was going to show any mercy.

He grabbed a handful of both of her breasts, scooting up her chest until he was sitting on her abdomen. Sasuke nudged her tits apart, sliding his long and hard cock into the valley of them - then, he closed the gap. Sakura's eyes widened in fear. And then, he began to thrust, back and forth, back and forth, Sasuke grunting and groaning as he used her delightful tits as if they were his own personal fuckbags.

"You know, this isn't the biggest pair I've fucked." Sasuke said, his voice mocking, Sakura glaring at him as he openly mocked her. "But I had to admit, they are nice. Plump… so, so perfectly rounded. With a body like this," he continued. "I'm surprised you didn't go into porn."

"I-I have more self respect then that." Sakura ground out.

"Of course you do." Sasuke said, although there was a glint in his eye that she didn't like. "Not like it mattered though, does it? I mean… in the end, you get to watch as a nice and big cock fucks you. And you get to enjoy it on top of that." He smirked. "Please- please, don't patronize me, and act like Naruto's is bigger. We used to shower in the same locker room, and let's just say, I've got him beat by more than a little bit."

Sakura bit her lip, although the flush on her cheeks and the shame in her eyes was more than enough of an answer. Because no, trying to compare Naruto and Sasuke in size was like comparing a breadstick to a loaf of bread. Sasuke was… at least twice as big, and there was no comparison when it came to thickness. Where Sasuke's cock easily dwarfed her breasts - even with the two orbs engulfing it - Naruto's cock had been smothered by them the one or two times they'd ever gone as far as a titfuck.

But, there was no more talking, at least for this round, the first one. Sasuke just continued to thrust faster and faster, squeezing her breasts that much tighter, his monstorous cock jamming into her neck and chin with the ferocity of his thrusts. Sakura dared to tilt her head down, and all she got was the mushroom head of his cock hitting her in the small space between her nose and lips, smearing it with his precum. She coughed and sputtered, but managed to get a taste of the liquid, and was downright terrified by just how good it tasted, like sweet nectar compared to Naruto's bitter seed.

Sasuke was clearly having fun. But it was clear just how much he had been anticipating this. The way he was thrusting, without mercy nor restraint, it seemed obvious to her that he didn't care for how long he lasted. Was he like Naruto? Would he be spent after one round? (or two, on a really good night after a victory) It seemed doubtful.

Thankfully, she wouldn't have to wait long to find out. With one final thrust, Sasuke slammed himself into her breasts, his balls smacking wetly against the bottom of her tits. His cock was poised only a few centimeters away from her face. And then, he exploded, and rope after rope of cum surged onto her features. Again, Sakura coughed and spluttered, but there was nothing she could do but weather the storm, as Sasuke quite literally bathed her face in his hot cum.

Once Sasuke was done, he unsheathed himself from the valley of her breasts. Just as she hoped- feared, she meant feared, he was still as hard as ever, his erection poking into the bottom of one of her tits. He was still smirking. She blinked, several times, uncomfortably aware of the heat on her face, strikingly similar to a day at the spa, minus the cucumbers on her eyes.

Honestly, she couldn't help herself. Her tongue slid out of her mouth, scooped up a helping of his cum, and slid it back inside. She swallowed it, the gulp audible to the both of them. And then, she moaned, letting out a refreshed gasp as if she had just taken a sip of water on a particularly dry day.

His cum was… mind bogglingly delicious. So thick, that she almost had to chew it. She almost suspected that he had altered it somehow, because the taste between Sasuke and Naruto couldn't be any more different. Naruto's was bitter and slimy. Sasuke's was rich and musky by comparison. It was like forcing someone to drink one dollar beers from the store for years, and then finally introducing her to a fine pinot noir.

"That's a good girl." Sasuke said, as if he were talking to a child rather than a supermodel. "I wonder what Naruto would think if he saw you, Sakura?" he murmured, groping her breasts without even sparing a second thought about it. "Covered in the cum of a real man."

"He won't have to…" she mumbled defiantly.

'Too late.' he thought, a twinkle in his eye that she didn't see.

He paused for a moment, allowing the cum to dry. It wouldn't do for some of it to fall off while they were in the middle of the next position he had planned afterwards. Sakura, it seemed, had run out of fight - for now at least. She was limp. Not even struggling beneath the weight of him straddling her, but merely moaning at regular intervals, her thighs squeezed together tightly but Sasuke still able to see the juices leaking down them.

After an intermission that he deemed long enough, Sasuke decided to move onto round two. Scoreboard? Well, there weren't any judges - yet - but, he could say with confidence that he had won.

He eased himself off of her, and the bed. She let out a groan of relief, considering he was a seventy-four kilo man, and that was quite a lot for a petite girl like her.

Not that it afforded much for her. Before she even had a second to relax, she felt his hands grip her thighs - and with a yelp, she was pulled off the bed as well. She found herself dizzy, as she was hung upside down in front of him, looking at his cock. WIth a ri-i-ip, she felt her panties tear, her snatch finally bare for his viewing pleasure.

"I'm not a cruel man." Sasuke said, although all evidence pointed to the contrary. "I can see you're pretty damn wet, which I can understand - the idea of cheating on that pathetic beta you call a husband turns you on, doesn't it?"

Sakura didn't respond, although her face turned steadily pinker.

"No matter." Sasuke said, smirking. "To put it simply, I'm going to eat you out. You're going to suck my cock - finally, you can put that big mouth of yours to work." With a cold laugh, he set to work, and before Sakura could even soak in his words, he had begun to eat her out. His tongue was as long as everything he possessed, and it seemed to penetrate every sweet spot inside of her. She gasped, and moaned, quivering in his strong gasp.

"O-oh fuck…!" Sakura moaned.

Sasuke dipped his head back for a second, his lips shiny with juices. "Suck my cock," he said, his voice now a growl. "You're going to want to get it nice and lubed up regardless. I can tell how tight you are, and trust me, trying to take me isn't going to be anywhere near as easy as Naruto was." With another laugh, he dived right back in, and within seconds, Sakura was returned to a moaning and quivering mess.

Sakura bit her lip to stifle her moans, for all the good that did her. Sasuke was clearly very experienced, and within minutes, he had brought her to a mind numbing orgasm. Her hands lashed out, seizing his thighs as something, anything to hold onto as her entire body convulsed in pleasure.

When she finally came down from her high, she knew what she had to do. What else could she do? Sasuke had made his intentions clear, that she was going to get fucked, and that she had to like it. And there was nothing she could do - he was a world class boxer, and she was a mere supermodel.

Frankly… his size scared her. She was no stranger to cocks. Honestly, her libido far outstriped Naruto - and often, her blond lover found himself exhausted by the time he was through with her. But… she had never, ever, ever taken a cock of Sasuke's size. She hadn't even dreamed of it. It looked unreal, as if it were taken straight out of a porno or a hentai film. But it wasn't. It was hanging right in front of her, pulsing visibly, twitching every now and then as Sasuke continued to eat her out.

She had… she had to suck it. To take something like that, unlubed? Sure she was wet (that was an understatement), but to even fathom the idea of taking something like that without some sort of lubricant, whether it be saliva or proper lube, was… frightening. She leaned her head forward, the world still spinning slightly, her heart pounding in her ears as the blood rushed to her head.

One hand fastened around the base of his member. 'Warm.' She began to stroke it. 'Hard.' Faster and faster. 'Big.' A second hand added, both of them now stroking his length for all it was worth. 'Thick.' Sakura leaned forward, and took the first two inches into her mouth. 'Delicious...!'

Sasuke was a diehard fan of the standing sixty nine position. Maybe, it was the power he exerted over the woman - able to carry them effortlessly, to eat them out, to drive them to orgasm after orgasm as they sucked his cock for all it was worth. Maybe it was the mental image of the position, his head buried between her thighs, her throat full of his cock. Either way, it was hot, and it was one of his favorite positions as a result.

And Sakura made it all the better. A sly little minx she was. With a pathetic husband like Naruto, he would have expected her to be terrible at giving blow jobs - but she was clearly a natural. Her hands, her mouth, all used in terrific ways to bring him maximum pleasure. Which he returned in spades, eating her out like an animal unleashed, his tongue plundering her sopping wet folds, his grin feral as she came again and again by the mere caress of his tongue.

He pulled his head back, just for an instant. He said two words… just two. "Deepthroat me." And then, he was back in between her thighs, licking her pussy as if he were a kid slobbering away at an ice cream cone.

Sakura flushed, her hair indistinguishable from her rosy face. But… it was a simple request. He, who was doling out orgasms as if he were Santa Claus giving out presents, obviously wanted more than the paltry four or five inches she had been bobbing her head up and down on. He wanted to feel his entire length engulfed by her warm mouth. Up until now, she had been… afraid, to do so. But there was no going back now. There was no point in holding back.

She braced herself. And then slowly, inch by inch, she began to take him deeper - and deeper - and deeper, and deeper, until finally, her nose was pressed into his crotch. Kami, he was so deep inside of her mouth. His cock twitched down the column of her throat. His taste, infecting her very taste buds, his smell engulfing her nose and sending her head loopy.

What was he?

What kind of sick joke had genetics played with this behemoth of masculinity, this titan of a man?

Looks that were famed throughout the world. A cock that would shame the vast majority of the male population. The boxing abilities that could only be rivaled by greats like Mike Tyson and Muhammad Ali. His smell was so manly. His taste so musky and yet so good. He was like a fucking god, so intoxicating, so delicious that she lost herself for a minute, bobbing her head back and forth, the combination of cock and of having herself eaten out making her lose her senses.

He began to twitch, more and more. She screwed up her eyes, unable to help the grin that spread across her face - an odd look, considering her mouth was full of cock, but sexy nonetheless. There was only one way the second round could end. WIth him blowing that delicious load down her throat, and into her belly.

Look at her. Hanging upside, a man who was most certainly not her husband buried in her pussy, while his cock (his massive, awe-inspiring cock) was sheathed in her throat. Her face, smeared with his cum. And her wanting nothing more in that very moment but to accept his seed with relish, to swallow the monumental load that was sure to come at any moment, to grin as his cum settled in her belly.

She wasn't done fighting yet. But in that moment, he had won. The fight wasn't over - and although they had many rounds to go, now, Sasuke knew it was a forgone conclusion as to who would win.

That thought drove him to the edge.

And with a smirk on his face, and his head buried in Sakura's thighs, he came, like a geyser directly into her throat.

She swallowed.

And swallowed.

'So much,' she thought. It seemed so much more when it was being shot inside of her instead of onto her face. So hot. So thick. She had to keep swallowing, or else she would drown - or at least, that's what she told herself. Her gulps echoed throughout the room. Sasuke paused in his pussy eating, to listen to them, like sweet music to his ears.

Finally, he was spent. Sakura pulled herself back from his cock, coughing slightly, a dribble of cum falling from her upper-lip and dripping onto the floor.

Sasuke was done playing around now.

Before the cum could even settle in her belly, he was taking them out of the room - his hands still looped around her waist, his saliva covered cock slapping her in the face every now and then.

She didn't know what was happening. Suddenly, she was right side up again. The night air blowing across her face. The wind was knocked out of her as she was shoved against a railing, and dimly, she realized her head was shoved out over the sprawling landscape of Konoha.

With a vicious yank, he pulled up her dress. His cock, long and as hard as ever, placed against her entrance, Sakura whimpering as it brushed against her sensitive folds. And then, with a rough thrust, he slid inside of her, sheathing himself all the way to the hilt.

Before she even had a second to adjust ('Big!'), he was pulling away. And then, the second thrust more brutal than the first, he was slammed himself back in. And again. And again. It felt as if he didn't give a shit about what pleasure she was experiencing, and yet, it was amazing nonetheless.

Uzumaki Sakura. Bent over a railing. Her face smeared with cum, her belly full of the same goo, being fucked by the massive cock of a man who wasn't her husband.

And it was only round three.

She was gripping the railing so tightly that she wouldn't be surprised to see welts there tomorrow morning. Her lips were pursed tightly together, to try and maintain some of her dignity, some of her pride, to stop her moans and screams of pleasure from echoing out through the starry night.

Was she disappointed, perhaps, when he pulled out? A little.

She wasn't disappointed when he turned her around, forced her down onto her knees, and blew a second massive load onto her face - adding a nice, fresh coat of cum to the layer he had deposited earlier.

There was barely time for the jizz to dry on her face, before he was pulling her to her feet away. Still wiping the cum out of her eyes, she wasn't aware of the hot tub until he was already inside of it - pulling her into it, tattered dress and all. Without even thinking, she was straddling him, and once again, he was inside of her. She held her breath, trying not to moan as he filled her, as he made her feel like a woman for the first time in her life.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands, gripping her ass tightly enough to leave hand imprints. And like a ragdoll, using his strength, he dragged her up and down his lengthy cock. Up. Down. Up. Down. She couldn't hold in the moans anymore. Up. Down. Up. Down. "Sasuke-kun…!" she groaned, as she came, shivering against him. He continued to drag her up and down, a smirk on his face.

Sakura began to join in. It wasn't just him doing all the work now, she was bouncing up and down, her ass clapping against his thighs, her head resting on his shoulder, her tits pressed against his chest. He was a beast. A monster. Three loads, and he seemed even harder than when they had started.

This time, he seemed content to cum inside of her.

A massive creampie was just what she needed. She didn't shiver when she came - she convulsed, as she felt her womb be filled to the brim with cum so hot that she wouldn't be surprised to feel it bubbling inside of her.

She was limp for a good minute or two. Long enough for him to take them out of the hot tub, Sakura still wrapped around him like a monkey. He set her down on the kitchen table, and made to slide himself back into her.

It all seemed to dawn on her.

Cheating… she was cheating on Naruto. The man she loved (did she?), the man she had promised herself to, the man whose ring she wore on her finger. She could see it now, glinting in the light.

"N-no! Stop!" she stammered, kicking him away from her. Caught off guard, Sasuke was pushed back for a second… but only for a second.

"Dumb bitch." he growled, scaring her with the intensity of his voice. She was helpless to resist, as he dragged her off the table. She let out a cry of pain as he slammed her chest into the table, bending her over roughly. Both of her hands were easily held behind her back with one of his, and his other dipped into her pussy - scooping up her juices and his cum, and shoving them in copious amounts into her asshole. She moaned, and cried out in pain as he did so, but he didn't care.

Once she was lubed up to a point he deemed acceptable, he forced himself inside of her. She cried out. Tears glistened in her eyes. Once again, she went limp, as inch after inch of his enormous cock slid into her ass. She couldn't think. She couldn't fight. He let go of her hands, and she used them to grip the opposite end of the table, for some kind of balance, a contrary to the forceful and erratic way he was fucking her ass, every thrust full of anger.

"You're mine. Do you understand that?" Sasuke growled. "I won't tolerate that shit again, Sakura. Don't test me."

She whimpered, as he gave her ass a resounding slap that echoed throughout the kitchen. But, the pain in her third hole was fading, replaced by pleasure. She was moaning now. "Sasuke-kun…!" she groaned, her voice mixed with pain and ecstasy.

"There we go," he said, giving her ass yet another slap.

If he had been brutal before, it was nothing compared to what it was now. She had been an anal virgin. She had never considered doing it with anyone before, not even Naruto. And yet, Sasuke had bent her over, taken her ass by force, and here she was, moaning and crying out like a bitch in heat. She was pathetic. So pathetic. And yet, she couldn't find the time to wallow her in self-pity, not when she was reaching yet another orgasm, her first one ever derived from anal sex.

Just as he had creampied her pussy not a few minutes before, he did the same to her ass. He had came on her face twice. He had came in her throat, her pussy, and now her ass. All of her holes had been thoroughly worked by his massive cock… now, now he was just making sure that she knew what he could do to her.

She screamed, throwing her head back, her pink hair disheveled and her emerald eyes wide as she felt him shoot his cum into her ass. Her bowels, filled. He pulled out, and fired one last blast across her ass.

Again, there was no time to settle. He was still hard. How, how was he still hard? He threw her onto the table once again. Sasuke disappeared for a moment, and then returned with a bottle of sake. He uncapped it. And then, he poured it over her chest, her breasts, her stomach, her neck. She moaned as the warm liquid flowed over her.

He leaned down, and began to lap it all up, with obvious relish. It didn't seem like he was swallowing it, though. His cheeks began to bulge slightly. Sakura was perplexed - until he forced his mouth to hers, and flooded her mouth with the strong sake. She resisted. He pushed her, and slowly she swallowed. It flowed down her throat. Her cheeks turned pink after a moment.

Sasuke returned to lapping up the last of the sake, and soon transferred another great mouthful into her. Sakura was a notoriously weak drinker, and just those two mouthfuls had her feeling woozy. That sake was strong, and clearly Sasuke had intended for it to be exactly that. To weaken her resistance even more? To make her feel better? She didn't know.

She was practically comatose as he began to do… other things. He fucked her armpits, her armpits. The gap in between her thighs. He even used her hair to jerk himself off. For what? She wasn't sure. She merely used the time to recover, to moan as cum dripped from her pussy and ass in massive globs that rivaled ten of Naruto's loads.

He stood over her once again. Sakura barely had time to blink, before he fired yet another load all over her - splattering her tits, her stomach, her midriff, with his cum. She moaned, leaning her head down, her pink tongue darting out and lapping up some of the cum on her breasts. She swallowed, delighting in the taste, the consistency, the smell.

Sasuke laughed. It wasn't cold this time. It was warm. Welcoming. Was he happy? He had to of been. Then again, splattering a supermodel with your cum, and filling all her holes with jizz could make anyone happy.

He picked her up. She couldn't see where they were going, but he was carrying her bridal style. Cum continued to drip from her pussy and ass, staining his floor. He was smirking still, but she couldn't help but see past that, at the contours of his face, his beautiful, beautiful face, looking as if it were chiseled out of marble.

His footsteps changed from walking on wood to… tile? A glass door being drawn back. Them stepping into a… shower. He pressed her up against the glass, turning on the water. He allowed her to clean for a moment. Once she had control over her limbs, he offered her a rag, and she used to wipe down her face, her chest, although she was sad to see his cum crack and break off, swirling down the drain when it should really be inside of one of her holes or in her belly.

She smiled at him. He smirked back. Sasuke closed the distance between them… and they kissed. It wasn't the forceful kisses from earlier, when he had spilled the alcohol into her mouth, but it was gentle. Almost loving. Their tongues duelled within their mouths, their bodies pressed against each other. Her arms and legs were wrapped around him. His hands, pressed against the rapidly steaming glass, making an imprint along with her shapely ass.

After a few moments, he allowed her to stand on her own two feet. He lifted one of her legs up, angled his cock, and slid into her depths once again. She moaned into his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, delighting in her scent, in the warmth of her lips. Sakura basked in everything about him, from his smell to the feel of his chest pressed against her bust. She felt so safe, his arms wrapped around her, his massive cock sliding in and out of her snatch.

As a contrast to the previous rounds, this one was soft. Every thrust was packed full of intensity, but they weren't brutal or vicious like they were before. He seemed to savour every thrust into her sopping wet folds. Sasuke loved the feel of her inner walls clutching about him, the Uchiha using the cum from his previous creampies as lubricant to drive deeper and deeper into her, until he was scratched against the walls of her womb.

The shower water continued to pour down on them. They spent that entire round making out, not drawing back for breath for an instant, their tongues swirling in the thin gap between their mouths. He thrust in and out of her, carefully, making sure not to hit her G-spot or her cervix, in an attempt to make this round last longer than the others. She came, of course, but it wasn't overbearing - a momentary tightening of her walls, a moan into his mouth as she shivered against him, and then a groan of relief as it faded. Nothing compared to the seizure-like orgasms he had inflicted earlier.

Of course, all good things had to come to an end. This time, they came together. Their lips still pressed firmly to each other, their bodies intertwined, as he spilled his seed into her depths, as he filled her to the brim with his warm love, as he washed away any traces that Naruto had ever been there and planted his own flag.

Clumsily, she turned off the shower knobs. The water stopped.

He slid back the shower door, and they stumbled out. They fell to the ground together, the carpet softening their fall. They still kissed. But it was clear they both needed a minute to rest - Sasuke having already dumped seven loads in and on her, and Sakura still exhausted from the cumulative orgasms he had put her through.

They lay down. Of course, he was still sheathed inside of her - but it was gentle. His back on the tiled floor, hers on the carpet, both of them staring up at the ceiling. They moved back and forth, rocking gently, merely basking in the sensations of each other.

It was wonderful, Sakura thought. Whenever she and Naruto did the deed, he was out cold five minutes after shooting two watery strings of cum. Not Sasuke. Seven loads, bordering on eight, and he was still hard. Where had he been all her life? And why had it taken a bet between her pathetic husband and him to achieve this kind of happiness?

She eased herself off of her back. His cock fell out of her snatch with a schlop. Sasuke looked up - but stopped, as Sakura crawled forward. She took him into her mouth, savouring the taste of his member, bobbing her head up and down. Compared to the previous conditions - upside down, and being driven crazy with the pleasure of him eating her out - this blowjob was a breeze. She deepthroated him, and waited. Her hands played with his balls. She began to hum, and the vibrations from that sent him over the edge. He came down her throat, and she swallowed every last drop and then some, waiting until every shot had been fired before slipping from her mouth.

'Still hard?' she thought, giving him a few strokes, smiling at the still erect cock bobbing in front of her. 'Still hard.'

They both stood up, her a little shaky on her feet, his cum rocking against the walls of her womb. Was this what it felt like to be pregnant? It felt like it. She pressed a hand to her stomach, and smiled, shifting her feet a little bit and almost hearing the swish of his seed inside of her.

He beckoned her to follow, and follow she did. Out of the bathroom, across the hall, and back into his bedroom. Sakura obediently crawled onto the bed, flipping onto her back, spreading her legs nice and wide for him, her cum-filled pussy looking so appetizing to the Uchiha. But, he had other plans.

Sasuke made a twirling motion with his fingers. Sakura, understanding near immediately, flipping over onto her hands and knees. She shaked her ass from side to side tantalizingly, and Sasuke, without fail, took the bait. He was upon her in a second. His cock, sliding into her pussy, Sakura moaning as she was filled for the umpteenth time that night.

"Fuck…" she whispered, burying her head into a pillow. "So big…" She doubted she would ever get used to that sensation. Such a contrast, from the small sensation she felt when Naruto entered her. It was a true entrance, Sasuke's cock saying "Hello! I'm here!" complete with waves of pleasure that coursed through her as he penetrated deeper and deeper.

Doggystyle was another one of his favorite positions. And Sakura seemed to make it even better - her bouncy ass clapping against his thighs as he slammed into her from behind. His hands, gripping her hips, the pinkette driving herself back against him, their combined forces turning the sexual act into a whirlwind of pleasure for both of them. She screamed, and moaned. He even let out a groan or two.

And of course, he blew his load inside of her. She smiled, as he added another helping of cum to the many loads swirling around in her womb.

Onto her back now. Sasuke, positioning himself in between her legs. Attacking her neck, nipping at the skin, leaving dark purple hickies there, his marks, to show the world who owned Uzumaki Sakura. Although, she thought, Uchiha Sakura had a much nicer ring to it. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

He was inside of her again. The position seemed to make him even bigger than before, and she arched her back, as he finally managed to enter her womb. He seemed to be pulling out all the stops now. Every thrust hit something, whether it was her G-spot, cervix, or womb, it didn't seem to matter. She came. Again, and again, without fail, without any sort of break in between the orgasms that had become her life.

She broke.

Round eleven. She had lasted longer than Naruto, but she finally broke. "YES!" she screamed. "Harder, faster, deeper, please Sasuke-kun, please!"

And ever the gentlemen, Sasuke obligated. Harder. Deeper. Her hands on his ass, trying to drive his cock further into her, ensuring all inches of his member were being caressed by her slick walls.

Of course, he came inside of her. As was his right. He owned this pussy, and should he ask, she would spread her legs and allow his massive cock entrance. Naruto who? She couldn't care at this point. All she could see was Uchiha Sasuke. All she could smell, taste, feel, was him. That blond idiot she called her husband wasn't even a blip on her radar anymore.

He pried her legs from around his waist, and put them onto his shoulders instead, her feet dangling in the air. Her eyes widened. The position… oh fuck… the position. He hadn't even unsheathed himself, and yet, again, he was thrusting. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" she chanted. She couldn't talk. She couldn't think. He was deeper than he ever had been before, exploring depths of her pussy she had thought impossible to reach. She couldn't breath. Tears dripped down her cheeks, tears of fucking joy, for she had finally found a man who could sate her needs, a man, a true man, Uchiha Sasuke…

This time, when he came inside of her, she passed out. But not before with a long, screeching "SASUKE-KUN!" that reverberated throughout the room. Her emerald eyes seemed distant. Her tongue, lolling out of her mouth. Her body still. The only thing that moved was her inner walls, rippling around his cock as he dumped another load into her cunt.

Sasuke let out a sigh of satisfaction. "Well, call me impressed," he said, well aware of the fact that she couldn't have possibly hoped to hear him. "You lasted longer than your husband did, the full twelve rounds. Good job, Sakura." He smirked. Then, he leaned down, sharing a long, lingering kiss with her that she seemed to unconsciously return.

He probably could have kept going if he wanted to. But, fucking a woman that was out cold had no value to him - and instead, without even daring to unsheath himself, he fell asleep. Her arms still wrapped around him, her legs dangling over his shoulders, their bodies pressed against each other, they slept.

Sakura's wedding ring twinkled in the dim light of the bedroom.

---

"Argh… argh… fuck…"

Sasuke hadn't even hit his legs. Why the fuck was he limping? Naruto honestly wasn't sure. Most of his bandages had been taken off, although he insisted on keeping the one wrapped around his eye, in order to avoid showing the world the black eye Sasuke had so eagerly given him.

His pride stung. Getting the shit kicked out of you on an international stage could do that to you. What he was more worried about, however, was his wife. He knew that… Sasuke had spent the night with her. Was she alright? What had he done to her? Fuck, he was driving himself crazy with worry.

She wouldn't pick up her cell. No texts, no voice mail, nothing. He even crawled through her social media to see if she had posted anything, and there wasn't anything that didn't date to before the previous night's fight.

He wore a hoodie, and a pair of sunglasses, so as to disguise himself from anyone who might recognize him. It was a nice day, he thought, shoving his hands into his pocket and taking off down the street. The hotel wasn't too far from the hospital, and he didn't feel like calling a cab to go a block or two.

What was strange was the fact that everyone was glued to their phones. Like, even more than usual. He kept hearing strange sounds from them. Moans. Screams. Even a shrill screech at one point. Not that it was familiar to him.

And then, he heard a voice. "- turns you on, doesn't it?" Sasuke's voice.

Curiosity prickled at him. As casually as he could manage, Naruto slunk up behind one of these avid phone watchers, and peered at the screen.

Just in time to watch as Sasuke dumped a massive facial on Sakura's face, coating his wife's breathtaking features in what seemed like a pint of cum. The wind was knocked out of Naruto's gut. 'What the hell?' he thought, dumbfounded.

You see, when Sasuke and Naruto had signed the contract to officiate the bet that would decide that the winner would get all the money - the additions of Sasuke getting Sakura as well being added later, there was a little provision that Naruto hadn't seen. Namely, giving Sasuke to ability to record the night's events, and post it as he saw fit.

Many HD cameras had been scattered throughout that penthouse, in the bathroom, the bedroom, the balcony, the hot tub, the kitchen, and they captured everything. Two or three editors went through the footage (working with one hand each), and spliced it into a two hour fuckfest that was then promptly posted to every major porn website. It was quickly the top trending video, and soon, it hit over a hundred millions view combined. Then, two hundred million, and that was on the first day.

Basically, it was two hours of Sasuke fucking Sakura in every imaginable position, bathing her in his cum, filling her holes with jizz, and watching as she screamed out how much better Sasuke was in every imaginable way compared to Naruto.

Naruto stumbled backwards, and the sunglasses fell to the ground with a clatter. Someone looked up. A smirk spread across their face, and then they strode up - jerking down his hood, and revealing his trademark blond hair.

"Hey lookie here!" a man jeered.

"Ha! Look at his eye. You think we didn't see what Sasuke did to it last night?"

"What a fucking cuck! Did you see the way his wife screamed like a little whore?"

"Fuck! Thanks for losing that bet, Naruto. I've always wanted to see your wife's tits, and man, were they worth it."

"How's it feel knowing that a hundred million dudes have jerked off to your wife? Actually, how does it feel knowing that a hundred million girls fingered themselves to the guy fucking her?"

A flush creeped up his neck, so dark that you could have mistaken it for a horrific sunburn.

He tore out of there, like a bat out of hell. He earned no money from that fight. His marriage, likely in shambles, Sasuke sure to instruct Sakura to take every penny she could get. Naruto scrambled to grab every bit of cash he could get, and then disappeared from the face of the earth… never to be seen again.

---

Sasuke leaned back in his chair, a satisfied look on his face.

Really, the best part of posting the video of him fucking Sakura to the internet was the comments. Seeing all the horny men praise Sasuke for finally showing off the Sakura's ass and tits to the world was amusing, but all of the devoted fangirls who had seen his cock and moves trying to win him over was twice as hilarious. It even got a chuckle out of him.

One hand clutched his phone. The other gripped Sakura's hair, as she practically inhaled his cock, deepthroating him for all he was worth, an eager grin on her face. "Use your tongue," he said gently, and she hummed in acknowledgement. Soon, her tongue was added to the mix. She was improving every day, her blowjobs and titjobs turning into things of wonder.

Heels clicked on the floor. Sasuke looked up to see his agent - Uzumaki Karin, ironically Naruto's cousin, step in. She was clad in… a pair of heels. Maybe he should have specified her role. She was half agent, half fuck toy whenever Sakura was too tired or out shopping or something of the sort.

"Sasuke-sama," Karin said curtly. "We've got… an interesting offer you should look at."

"If it's the dobe trying to get a rematch with me, tell him to shove it." Sasuke said, waving his hand. "I won, fair and square."

"It's not Naruto." Karin said. "But… it is a rematch of sorts." She cleared her throat. "Basically, a company wishes for you and Sakura-san to… put on a fight of sorts in a fully crowded arena. They're offering quite a large sum of money, and I'm sure you would like to… erm… show off your dominance once again, in a more live manner."

Sasuke laughed at that. "Basically, they want me to shoot a porn movie in front of a crowded arena."

"That is the idea, sir." Karin said.

He continued to chuckle. "I wouldn't mind," he said. "What do you say, Sakura?" Sasuke asked, glancing down at the pinkette who still had a mouthful of cock.

She beamed up at him. Unable to talk for obvious reasons, she instead flashed him a peace sign - before proceeding to deepthroat him once again. Karin rolled her eyes. "Is that a yes?" the redhead said. Sakura nodded. "I'll make the necessary arrangements," Karin said curtly, before striding away, her heels clicking on the floor.

Sakura continued to bob her head up and down, Sasuke grunting and groaning in tune with it, his cock throbbing in her mouth as she continued to swirl her tongue around the shaft, her hands fondling his balls or pumping him at the base.

"I'm going to cum." he said plainly.

Grinning, Sakura retreated off of his cock, until just the tip remained on the barrier of her lips. She stroked him off with both of her hands, until, with a growl, he erupted in her mouth. Rope after rope of his seed shot into her, but Sakura didn't swallow - allowing it to build up until it was nearly flooding past her teeth.

Sasuke pulled his cock away once he was spent. "You know what to do." he said, smirking.

She presented the load in her mouth to him. She swirled it back and forth with her tongue. Sakura beamed at him, looking to be the happiest she had ever been, down on her knees before him, her mouth full of cum.

And then she swallowed. Three, four, big gulps to drain it all down. She opened her mouth once again, to show that every drop have been downed with relish.

Sasuke reached a hand down, ruffling her hair. "Good girl." he said affectionately. "You know, I really can't wait until that 'rematch' of ours," Sasuke said smirking. "I have a lot of plans and positions to use to knock you down… or should I say, knock you up?"

Sakura grinned.