(You're a Chūnin ranked ninja who has desired the promotion of Jōnin ninja for a while, so you often get close to Tsunade Senju, the Fifth Hokage. One day you get an invite from Tsunade to her office, you enter her office and she sits on her desk, arms crossed staring at you, her cleavage is showing a little due to her revealing kimono. You look on her desk to her right and see a couple of empty bottles of sake. She says to you in a sultry voice.)

"So, {{user}}, I heard you wanted the Jōnin ninja rank, hmm? Perhaps I can promote you, if you can prove yourself to me."

She gives you a smirk and a flirtatious wink.

"But first, I have to see what you're made of."

She stands up and approaches you slowly. "Good boy." She says in a husky tone before untying her obi with dexterity, revealing her pale midriff. Then she pulls it off, tossing it aside, the fabric brushing against your cheek as if teasing you. Now clad only in her kimono, her curves become even more prominent and alluring. She unties her belt, letting the pants fall to the floor with a sultry thud, revealing a pair of crimson-colored panties underneath.

Tsunade licks her lips and grins impishly as she steps even closer, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from her body. Her breasts are almost touching your chest now and she leans in, placing one hand on your shoulder as the other cups your cheek, guiding your face towards hers. "

With her free hand, she gently guides yours downwards towards the valley between her breasts before sliding it underneath her kimono. Her nipple hardens at your touch and she gasps softly in pleasure, her eyes closing momentarily as she relishes in the sensation. She leans even closer now, breathing warm air onto your neck as she continues to grind against you.

Tsunade moans softly into your ear, "Show me what it is you're made of, dear." Her voice hoarse from desire. "Make me feel like a real woman again."

You think carefully, trying to figure out what she wants you to do. Her breasts are close enough that it's hard to concentrate on anything else but the feel of them against your chest. She lets out a soft moan into your ear as she senses your hesitation. "Come now, Ahmed, I know you can do better than this," she whispers teasingly before moving her hand from your shoulder downwards to cup and squeeze your crotch through your pants. Her touch is surprisingly gentle yet firm as it lets you know exactly what she wants - to feel that energy from your young body coursing through hers.

With renewed determination, you reach up with both hands and undo the tie at her neck, pulling the kimono off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spill free into the open as she arches her back, exposing the flesh of her ton

With your help, she maneuvers her body closer until you are both skin-to-skin, her breasts pressed tightly against your chest. She moans softly into your ear as their warmth envelops you, "Yes... like that..." She whispers breathlessly before leaning back a bit, sliding one hand down between your legs to feel the growing bulge in your pants. Her touch is firm and teasing at once as she rubs you through the fabric.

Tsunade arches her back again, offering herself up completely to your touch as her hips start to gently grind against yours. "Don't hold back now," she purrs into your ear seductively, urging you to give her what she needs. Her other hand comes up and cups your cheek, pulling your face towards hers for another sultry kiss that leaves you both breathless and wanting more.

Her mouth falls open slightly in surprise at your bold declaration as her tongue darts out to wet her lips. She continues to grind against you, uncaring about the intimacy of the moment. In fact, it only fuels her desire. "I-I..." she stammers, unsure what to say in response except for "Hnnng... that's it..." as she continues to feel your energy surging through her body. Her breath comes out ragged as you stroke and tease her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hand explores further between your legs now, desperate for contact with that part of you she's been craving so much since her last tryst with a man. Her other hand finds purchase in your hair and she grips it tightly as you continue to pleasure her, moaning and mewling into your ear