Sakura Uchiha stepped into the exclusive massage parlor, "{{user}}'s Healing Touch," her curiosity piqued by the rave reviews she had heard. She had been feeling the strain from her intense training and countless missions, her muscles aching for relief. The ambiance of the parlor was calming, with soft music and the subtle scent of essential oils in the air. She admired the professionalism and attention to detail as she was guided through the process.

Feeling a mixture of anticipation and relaxation, Sakura made her way to the private room, appreciating the serene atmosphere. She undressed, neatly folding her clothes, and slipped under the soft towel provided, ready to experience the renowned skills of {{user}}. Lying down on the bed, her thoughts began to quiet as she prepared for the massage that promised to ease her tension and rejuvenate her body.

As the skilled hands of the masseuse begin to work their magic on her feet and legs, Sakura lets out a sigh of relief. She hadn't realized how tense she had been until now. The warmth and pressure are just right, easing away the knots and kinks that have built up from weeks of intense training. Her mind drifts for a moment, lost in the soothing sensations, her breath beginning to even out as she succumbs to the massage's calming effects.

With the tension in her lower body slowly melting away, Sakura gives a contented groan as the masseuse moves to work on her back. The firm yet gentle touch of his hands sends waves of relaxation through her, loosening up every last muscle. Her eyelids begin to grow heavy, and she lets out a soft sigh, savoring the sensation of being truly cared for and pampered.

With the skilled hands continuing to work on her back and the oil-slicked skin of the masseuse coming into view before her eyes, Sakura couldn't help but feel a wave of arousal wash over her. Her cheeks flush with heat as she tries not to imagine what those hands might feel like elsewhere on his body, or how they would touch hers...

Her breath comes in short gasps as the massage intensifies and her body is flipped onto her back, leaving her lying beneath the massive bulge at the man's crotch. It's almost too much to resist, but she reminds herself that this isn't why she's here... not really. She tries to focus on the expert touch of his hands on her breasts, the oil making them sensitive and tingling beneath his fingers. Her nipples harden into peaks as he massages them, and a quiet moan escapes her lips despite her best efforts to remain silent.

Her breath hitches as the smell of his arousal fills her nose, and she flushes deeper with shame and desire. "No... it's just... really good." Her voice comes out hoarse, her gaze drifting up to meet his. There's a question in her eyes, a mixture of curiosity and longing that she can't quite hide. It's not professional, but she finds herself wondering what else he could do with those hands...

Her lips part as he kneels between her spread legs, his hands moving up her inner thighs. The intimate contact sends a shiver through her, and she bites down on her bottom lip to muffle the soft moan that escapes. She watches him for a moment before meeting his eyes once more. Her expression is no longer tense or uncertain; instead, there's a new heat in them that hasn't been there before. It takes everything inside of her not to reach down and touch herself where he's massaging with such skill... "I... don't feel uncomfortable," she manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper now. "It feels really good."

Her breath catches in her throat as he begins to massage just above her pussy, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With each deep dig of his fingers into her skin, she feels herself growing wetter and more aroused. It's almost too much; she's never felt so desire in all of her life. Her hips arch up slightly toward him, instinctively seeking more contact with his hands, his touch. But even as she does this, a small voice inside tells her that this isn't right... she shouldn't be reacting like this...

Her breath comes in shallow gasps as he continues the massage, her body growing hot and tense beneath his expert hands. Part of her wants to succumb to the pleasure, to let go and surrender completely... but another part of her is still holding back, refusing to give into this overwhelming desire. She tries to focus on the rhythm of his hands on her stomach, hoping that it will help bring her back under control.

Her mind is a jumble of conflicting emotions: need and restraint; lust and loyalty. It's a battle she doesn't know if she can win, but deep down, she knows she has to try. She closes her eyes, trying to shut out the desire threatening to overwhelm her common sense...

A faint blush creeps up Sakura's cheeks as she feels the firm pressure of his erection against her. It's a surprising and unwelcome distraction, but she manages to suppress any further reaction. Instead, she focuses on taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. Her heart races, but she tells herself that it's just from the massage... that it has nothing to do with the way he's touching her...

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, knuckles white with tension as she struggles to maintain control over herself. She can feel his breath against her skin, warm and steady, but she refuses to meet his eyes. It's easier this way; it allows her to pretend that everything is normal when in reality, she's on the verge of losing control completely.

As her orgasm hits her like a train, Sakura's body arches off the bed and her cries of pleasure fill the room. She's mortified but can't help but feel relief as well; it's been so long since she's experienced any release. When it finally subsides, she collapses back onto the bed, breathing hard and embarrassed by her own lack of control.

"I-I'm sorry," she manages to stammer out, looking away from him. "Today... was just so much." She feels hot tears sting her eyes as shame and self-loathing wash over her. She never meant for this to happen; she only wanted a massage to help with the tension. Why did she have to react like that?

"It's okay, Sakura," he says softly, his voice gentle despite her mortification. "I understand

After taking a few moments to compose herself, Sakura nods silently, not trusting her voice to speak just yet. She doesn't meet his eyes as he moves back behind her and begins massaging her back once more. His gentle hands do their best to soothe the lingering tension in her muscles and ease away the embarrassment that still clings to her like a cloak of shame. As he works, she focuses on the sensation of his hands on her skin, telling herself that this is all there is... that this is what massage therapy should feel like.

When at last he finishes, she thanks him in little more than a whisper and hurriedly gets dressed. Without another word or looking back, she slips out of the room and quickly makes her way home, eager to put this whole experience behind her. As she pulls onto the street and starts up her car, she lets out a shaky breath

The entire car ride home, Sakura is wracked with conflicting emotions. She can't believe what happened during the massage; it was so out of character for her. She tries to rationalize it away by telling herself that she just hadn't been with Sasuke in a while and needed some... release. But even as she thinks this, she knows it doesn't fully explain it. Part of her is still scared and confused by the intensity of her reactions to Jordan King.

When she finally arrives at her apartment complex, she steps out of the car with a sigh, feeling drained in more ways than one. She unlocks her door and slips inside, automatically heading straight for the kitchen to grab herself a glass of water. Taking a long drink, she tries to gather her thoughts and decide what to do next. Part of her wants to tell Sasuke about this; maybe he could

She could give her some advice on how to handle such... unruly emotions. But then again, Sasuke has always been a bit different in that regard; he's never really been one for empathy or understanding others' needs. It might be better if she just kept it to herself and tried to deal with it on her own.

With a sigh, she heads towards the bedroom, kicking off her shoes as she goes. The massage had left her feeling rather tired, despite the initial energy spike from her orgasm. Maybe she'll just take a nap before deciding what to do next. Climbing into bed, she pulls the covers up to her chin and closes her eyes, trying to will herself back into a peaceful slumber.

As she drifts off, images of Jordan King and his expert hands dance through her mind, causing a fluttering sensation in her stom

As Sakura drifts off into sleep, she finds herself dreaming of the massage once more. In her dreams, it feels as though Jordan's hands are still on her body, stroking and caressing every inch of skin. She moans softly in her sleep, arching her hips up towards his imaginary touch as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her dream grows more vivid, the sensations so real that she starts to feel like he's really there with her, not just a figment of her imagination. A deep longing wells up inside her chest; a desire for him to continue touching her, to make her feel this way forever. Her fingers twitch and tug at the sheets beneath her, aching for contact as she imagines his rough yet gentle hands back on her body.

With a soft cry of frustration and need, Sakura's eyes fly open, heart

Her dream fades quickly as reality sets back in; she's alone in her bed and feeling more frustrated than ever. It's a helpless, aching sensation that she can't seem to shake. She tries to distract herself by reaching for her phone, hoping that some mindless scrolling through social media will help take her mind off things... but even as she scrolls, her thoughts keep drifting back to the massage and what it felt like to be touched so intensely.

Sighing in resignation, Sakura tosses aside her phone and buries her face in her pillow, wishing she could forget about the whole thing. Maybe if she just pretends it never happened, then eventually it will fade from memory...

Her chest tightens at the memory of his hands on her skin. It wasn't just a massage; it was so much more than that. She can still feel the heat between her legs, the pleasure coursing through her veins like an addictive drug. Part of her wants to go back, to experience that feeling again...but another part of her knows she can't. It would be wrong; he's just a masseur and she's married.

She rolls over onto her side, hugging her pillow tightly as tears sting the corners of her eyes. What is she supposed to do now? How can she forget about this when all it does is remind her of what's missing in her life?

She bites her lip as she struggles with these conflicting emotions, trying to ignore the ache in her chest and the throbbing between her legs. This isn't how it's supposed to be; Sasuke is supposed to fulfill her needs, both physically and emotionally. But he's always been so distant, focused on his training and their mission for the Village Hidden in the Leaves. She tries to remind herself that she loves him, that they have a life together... but it's hard when all she can think about is how good it felt to be wanted like that.

With a deep breath, Sakura wipes her eyes and forces herself to turn over once more, trying to forget about the massage and focus on the present moment. She needs to talk to someone, get this off her chest before she explodes from the pressure building up inside her. Sighing softly

She could always talk to Ino... she's been there for her through thick and thin. Maybe she'd understand what Sakura is going through and be able to offer some advice on how to handle these feelings. With a heavy sigh, Sakura throws back the covers and climbs out of bed, dressing in fresh clothes before heading downstairs to make herself some tea and gather her courage for the conversation ahead.

Her mouth drops open in shock as Ino reveals that many of the other Konohagakure ninjas have had similar experiences with the massage parlor. She can't believe they all went through such an intense, personal massage without saying anything to her. It makes her feel even more alone and confused about her own reactions. What does it mean that she was the only one who reacted so strongly?

Her heart races as Ino continues to fill her in on the details of their experiences with Jordan King. With every word, Sakura feels a heat spread through her body, a strange mix of arousal and embarrassment warring within her. She's not sure what to think or how to process any of this information. All she knows is that she needs time to sort through her feelings on her own.

Her cheeks flush darker as she listens to Ino's description of the sensations she experienced with Jordan's hands on her breasts. It's difficult not to feel a twinge of jealousy and desire well up inside her chest. She takes a sip of her tea, trying to calm herself down and gather her thoughts.

"I-It sounds like you really enjoyed it..." she manages to say quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm not sure if I should feel the same way... we were married, and he's just a masseur..." She trails off, lost in her own tangled web of conflicting emotions.

Ino nods understandingly. "I know what you mean, Sakura. It was strange; at first it felt so wrong, but then... well, you know." A small smile touches the blonde woman's lips.

Listening to Ino talk about how the others reacted only serves to further stir up Sakura's emotions. Part of her feels a surge of desire, wanting to know what it would be like for someone else's hands on her body in such an intimate way. But another part of her is afraid; she doesn't want to feel this way about anyone but Sasuke. It all just leaves her more confused than ever.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she puts down her cup of tea. "I... I think I need some time to process all this," she says quietly, looking away for a moment before meeting Ino's sympathetic gaze once more. "Thank you for telling me."

"Of course, Sakura," Ino replies gently. "Take all the time you need." She reaches out to place a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "And remember, if you ever want to talk about it... or anything else..." Her voice trails off, leaving the offer open-endedly before she continues with a conspiratorial whisper, "I mean, we could always go back together for round two!"

Sakura can't help but laugh at Ino's suggestion. It feels good to be able to share this experience, even if it's only with her best friend. As the tension begins to ease from her body, she knows that talking about it was the right thing to do. Perhaps in time, she'll find a way to make sense of these conflicting emotions and move past this strange and unexpected desire. For now, though, all she can do is take things one day at a

Ino's smile is infectious, and Sakura finds herself feeling more relaxed at the idea of her friend going back for another massage. "You really think you'll see him again?" she asks with a hint of curiosity in her voice. She hasn't made up her mind yet about what to do next; part of her still wants to forget this whole thing ever happened, while another part can't seem to get the memories out of her head.

Ino nods confidently. "Oh, I don't think there's any doubt about that. He was amazing; how could you not want him for yourself?" Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she teases her friend gently. It's just the sort of thing Ino would say to lighten the mood and help Sakura find some humor in the situation, even if it's at her own expense.

Sakura chuckles softly, shaking her head at Ino's teasing tone. "I suppose you're right," she says finally, giving in to the lightness of the moment. It feels good to laugh after all that's happened; to forget, even for just a little while, about the confusion and desire that's been plaguing her thoughts since the massage. Maybe Ino is right, and going back together would be the best thing for both of them. After all, they both need to find what makes them happy...

As Ino makes the arrangements with Jordan, Sakura can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and trepidation building within her. Part of her is still unsure about what this means for their relationship; if she should even be considering something like this when they're already married to other people. But another part of her can't deny the desire that has taken root in her chest, urging her forward despite her better judgment.

When Ino finally hangs up the phone with Jordan, a satisfied smile on her face, she turns to Sakura and grins mischievously. "He said we could both come back tonight. Are you ready for round three?" She gives Sakura's shoulder a playful squeeze, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Sakura hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "I think so... if it's what we really want."

As they make their way into the massage parlor and spot Jordan standing by the beds, Ino winks at her friend before heading over to him with a playful sway in her hips. Sakura follows more slowly, still feeling a mix of anticipation and apprehension coursing through her veins.

When they reach the beds, she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself as their eyes meet for a brief moment before looking away again. Part of her wishes that Sasuke were here with her, sharing this experience instead; it feels strange and wrong doing it like this without him knowing. But at the same time, she can't deny the desire building inside her, urging her forward despite her misgivings.

"Thank you for seeing us again," Ino says quickly, moving to lay down on one of the beds with a sigh of relief. Sakura follows suit, lying down stiff

"Yes, please," Ino replies, smiling up at him eagerly. Her cheeks are flushed and her breath comes a little quicker as she anticipates the sensations that will follow. Sakura watches, feeling an odd mix of fascination and envy toward her friend. It's clear that Ino has no qualms about this; she wants what she wants, and isn't afraid to go after it.

As Jordan begins his work on Ino once more, the air in the room becomes charged with expectation. Sakura can feel her body reacting to his touch almost immediately, a hot flush rising up from her chest to her cheeks as he massages her breasts and lower abdomen. It feels so good, but at the same time, it's unsettling; she isn't sure how much longer she can ignore the way these sensations are making her feel.

Sakura moans softly as her body responds eagerly to his touch. Her hips begin to move involuntarily beneath the sheet, seeking more contact with his skilled hands. The sensations are overwhelming, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs despite her earlier denials of desire.

As Jordan continues to massage Ino, his fingers occasionally brushing against Sakura's folds, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. She bites her lip to keep from crying out and arches her hips into the touch, desperate for release. But part of her is still afraid; what will this mean for her marriage if she lets herself go completely?

As the heat builds within her and her body cries out for release, Sakura can't help but glance over at Ino, wondering what she might say. Her friend looks back at her with a mischievous smile, her eyes gleaming with desire. For a moment, it feels as though they're sharing a secret; that this is something they could have together, even if it isn't the norm for their lives.

Taking a deep breath, Sakura forces herself to meet Jordan's curious gaze. "Yes," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "We want... we both want to share." As the words leave her mouth, she feels a strange mixture of relief and anxiety wash over her. What will happen now? Where will this lead them all? She has no idea, but one thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same again.

As Ino begins to take charge of the situation, Sakura watches in a mix of fascination and surprise. Her friend seems so confident and experienced; she almost makes it look easy. Despite her reservations about what this all means for their relationships back home, she finds herself unable to resist the intense desire coursing through her body.

With a shy glance at Jordan, Sakura reaches out to touch his chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. It's strange how he can make her feel so bold, even in this unfamiliar situation. As Ino teases and pleads with him, urging him closer, she finds herself moving in sync with her friend; a silent understanding passing between them as they both give themselves over to the passion rising within them.

Her heart races as Jordan finally gives in to their combined advances, pushing into Ino's eager mouth while positioning himself between Sak

As Ino's moans fill the room and vibrate against her skin, Sakura feels herself growing hotter with desire. She arches into Jordan's touch, his strong hands on her ass guiding him as he thrusts deeper between her lips. It feels so good to be wanted like this; to know that she can please both of them in this way.

Her breath comes faster now, each gasp mingling with Ino's cries of pleasure. She closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of Jordan's hardness brushing against her most intimate parts as he takes what he wants from them both. It feels so right; like something she was meant to do all along.

As they move together in perfect synchronicity, Sakura allows herself to lose control entirely. With a soft moan that mingles with Ino's words of encouragement, she comes undone beneath Jordan's sk

Ino's gaze is intense as she watches Sakura's face contort with pleasure, her lips parted and her breath coming in ragged gasps. She places the tip of her tongue against her lower lip, savoring the taste of their shared ecstasy before moving forward to lick Sakura from neck to collarbone, tracing a wet path downward over heated skin.

Her hands roam freely, seeking out the most sensitive spots on Sakura's body and reveling in the sounds of her pleasure. It's as though they've become one creature, moving together in perfect harmony; a dance of passion and desire that leaves them both spent and satiated in its wake.

As their hearts race and their bodies cool down from the heat of their shared experience, Ino leans forward to press a gentle kiss against Sakura's lips. "Thank you," she whispers

The feel of Ino's lips on hers sends shivers down Sakura's spine as their tongues dance together. She moans softly into the kiss, relishing in the taste of herself and Jordan on her best friend's tongue. Her hands wander up and down Ino's back, pulling her closer as if trying to meld their bodies together completely.

As they pull apart for air, Sakura can't help but glance over at Jordan, still stroking his hardness even after he'd come. She watches in fascination as he leans forward and paints their faces with his cum, the hot liquid running down their skin and mixing with their own excitement. The sight makes her shiver with desire anew; she wants more of this newfound passion in her life, no matter what it costs.

Finally, when Jordan is spent and they are all covered in a sticky layer of sweat and

As Ino continues to kiss and fondle him, Sakura hesitates only for a moment before nodding slowly. "I think... yes," she whispers hoarsely, still reeling from the intensity of their shared experience. She watches as Jordan begins to massage her again, his skilled hands gliding over her body with practiced ease. The sensations are incredible; she's never felt anything like this before, and a part of her doesn't want it to end.

As the minutes tick by and they all sink deeper into the sensual haze created by their passionate encounter, Sakura wonders what tomorrow will bring. Will things go back to normal between them? Or has something changed irrevocably tonight, forever altering the course of their lives? Only time will tell. For now, she lets herself be swept away on this wave of pleasure, enjoying every second of it before reality comes

As Jordan's strong hands grip her hips and his hardness presses against her wet entrance, Sakura arches into the contact with a moan. The sensation of being filled so completely is overwhelming; it feels both right and wrong at the same time, bringing with it a confusion that mirrors everything else she's felt since their arrival at the massage parlor.

Ino's lips on hers are soft and demanding, urging her to let go and enjoy herself while her best friend watches with pride. Sakura closes her eyes, focusing on the sensations running rampant through her body as she tries to make sense of it all. This is insane; how could they have done this? And yet, at the same time...it feels so good.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as Jordan thrusts deeper, his rhythm matching the pulse of pleasure that throbs

As the pleasure builds within her, Sakura can feel her body tensing and releasing in time with each thrust of Jordan's hips against hers. The sensation is exquisite; it feels as though she's pouring out every emotion and thought that's been building up inside her since their arrival at the massage parlor. With a moan, she clings to Jordan, her nails digging into his back as she tries to hold on to this feeling for as long as possible.

"Yes," she gasps out between ragged breaths, looking over at Ino with tears of relief and gratitude shining in her eyes. "I am... I've never..." But words fail her; there are no adequate explanations for how she feels right now. All she knows is that this moment, with these two people, has changed everything.

Her heart races as she takes in Ino's slick folds, the taste of her best friend filling her mouth and driving her wild with desire. She moans around Ino's flesh, relishing in the pleasure that comes from giving as well as receiving. With every flick of her tongue, another wave of heat rolls through her core, making it easier to ignore the voice inside her head that keeps saying this shouldn't be happening.

As Jordan continues to thrust into her, she feels herself growing closer and closer to the edge, the tight coil of need building within her threatening to unravel in a single explosive release. And then, with a cry that mingles with Ino's moans, she comes undone beneath him, feeling his warmth spilling into her as their bodies move together in perfect harmony.

With a final thrust, he groans and follows suit, letting go inside the condom

As their bodies slick with sweat and desire slide against one another, Sakura lays there for a moment, catching her breath as she savors the afterglow of her orgasm. Ino smiles at her, her eyes shining with approval and love. It's a look that makes something inside Sakura flutter uncertainly, a feeling that's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

Finally, she musters the strength to sit up, wincing slightly as her limbs protest the sudden movement. She glances over at Jordan, who's already beginning to clean himself up with a towel Ino hands him. "Thank you," she murmurs softly, her voice still shaky from the intensity of what they've just shared.

Ino nods solemnly in agreement, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she leans over to plant another gentle kiss on Sakura

Ino grins wickedly and leans forward, pressing a kiss to Sakura's cheek before standing up gracefully. "Thank you, dear," she says with a sultry smile, running her hands down the front of her body and arching her back slightly as if offering herself up to Jordan. There's no mistaking the desire in her eyes; it matches his own as he takes her hand and leads her further into the room for their private time together.

As they disappear around a corner, leaving Sakura alone on the table, she can't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling through her. A part of her is envious of Ino, wishing she could experience that same uninhibited passion once more. But another part of her feels guilty; she still has obligations to Sasuke and their marriage...if it can even be called that now. She reaches out uncertainly, touching

The sound of Ino's moans are like a siren call to Sakura, pulling her closer despite the guilt and confusion still swirling in her mind. Unable to resist any longer, she follows the sounds around the corner, her heart racing with anticipation and desire. When she sees Ino straddling Jordan on the bed, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her wet core, a moan escapes from her lips and she can feel herself growing wet again.

Shyly at first, but with more confidence as Ino encourages her, Sakura moves closer to the bed. She leans over them, watching their bodies move together in perfect harmony before finally reaching out to touch them; wrapping her hand around Jordan's cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts into Ino. The feel of skin on skin is electrifying, and she can't help but close her eyes

Her breath comes in short gasps as she watches the intimate scene unfold before her. The feel of Jordan's fingers inside her is almost too much to bear; it feels so good, and yet so wrong at the same time. As Ino continues to ride him, grinding down on his hardness with each thrust, Sakura can feel the tension building inside herself once more. Her hips begin to move in time with theirs, her body craving the release that she knows is coming.

When Ino finally collapses against Jordan's chest, a triumphant smile on her face, it seems as if all eyes are on Sakura. Without thinking, she pushes herself forward and leans down, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. His taste fills her senses, overriding every other thought in her mind as she gives into the desire that's been building inside of her for far too long.

Her

As Ino and Jordan kiss passionately beside her, Sakura feels a strange mixture of jealousy and desire course through her veins. She watches them with bated breath, their tongues dancing against each other's mouths as they lose themselves in the moment. It's almost enough to make her forget where she is and who she married...almost.

Finally, they break apart for air, Ino's cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with satisfaction. She looks over at Sakura, pride evident on her face, before leaning in once more to press a kiss against her forehead. "Thank you," she whispers softly before pulling back and helping Sakura down from Jordan's still-hard length.

As Ino leaves the room to find her clothes, Sakura looks down at herself; drenched in sweat and cum, it's hard to believe that this was ever a respect

She tries not to think about what she's done; she just focuses on getting dressed and out of the room as quickly as possible before anyone realizes the full extent of their transgressions. As her fingers tremble with guilt, a part of her can't help but wonder if there's any way to go back to how things were before...or if this will change everything between them from now on. The thought is enough to make her break into a cold sweat.

Ino's words give her a small measure of comfort, but the weight of what they've done still presses down on Sakura's heart as she walks to her own home. She wonders if she can ever face Sasuke again after this; how could he possibly understand or forgive such a betrayal? The thought is enough to make her stomach churn with guilt and shame, and she resolves that once she's inside her room, she needs to figure out what she's going to do next.

As the door closes behind her, the first thing she does is collapse onto her bed in a fit of tears; great wracking sobs that seem to echo through the silent house. It feels like everything in her life has come crashing down around her, leaving her more lost and confused than ever before. And yet, despite the pain, there's still a tiny spark of something else burning

The thought causes her stomach to knot with fear and trepidation; the possibility that she could lose Sasuke as a result of this is unbearable. But at the same time...the pleasure they'd shared earlier still lingers in her mind, refusing to be ignored or dismissed. She can't help but wonder if there might be some way to have both; a life with Sasuke and a passionate love affair with someone like Jordan on the side. It seems impossible, but she can't help wondering what it would be like to try.

As she drifts off to sleep, the image of Ino sucking Jordan's cock fills her mind once more. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she wonders what it would be like to be with him again tomorrow; to explore this newfound passion and see where it leads them. It feels so right, but at the same time, so wrong. No matter what choice she makes, someone is bound to get hurt in all of this...and that knowledge weighs heavily on her heart.

Her heart pounding in her chest, Sakura hesitates outside the massage parlor before steeling herself and walking inside. She spots Jordan immediately; his handsomeness almost overwhelming in this setting. With a shy smile, she approaches him, her steps slow and uncertain as she wonders if she's doing the right thing by being here.

As she draws closer, she can feel his gaze on her body, assessing her the same way he did when they first met. A blush creeps up her neck at the thought; it feels so decadent to be desired like this, even if it goes against everything she's ever known.

Finally, she reaches him, standing close enough that their bodies are almost touching. Her hands twist together in front of her as she tries to find the words to say. "I-I hope I'm not being too forward," she murmurs

Her heart skips a beat as he calls her "Lady Sakura," the pet name flowing off his tongue so effortlessly it sends shivers down her spine. She follows him to the private room, unable to tear her gaze away from his broad shoulders and muscular back. As they step inside and the door closes behind them, reality finally begins to sink in; she's doing this, and there's no going back now.

With a shaky breath, she looks up at him, her hazel eyes filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "I-I wanted to see you again," she whispers hoarsely. "I can't explain it; it just felt right." A nervous giggle escapes her lips as she realizes how foolish the words sound coming from her mouth.

Jordan steps closer, his hands coming up to cradle her face gently. "I

I-I'll do it here...if that's okay. I-It feels safer this way." She takes a deep breath before beginning to unbutton her blouse, revealing the black lace bra she wears beneath it. Her hands tremble as they move over her skin, the air of familiarity from last night making everything feel both more intimate and more dangerous. As she continues undressing, her movements become bolder; her hips swiveling sensually as she pushes down her skirt and panties in one smooth motion.

Finally, she's naked before him, and the look on his face tells her everything she needs to know. He wants this; he wants her just as much as she wants him. The realization sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden into tight peaks.

"You are so beautiful," he murmurs, his gaze

I-I'm not sure...which side you prefer? I trust your judgment.

(I don't know if there's a specific side that's sore...is it okay if I just lie down and you can choose for me?)