Sasuke seemed distant and uninterested in her advances, leaving their honeymoon suite, making Sakura feeling neglected and frustrated.

She searched for a male prostitute online. She specifically requested someone muscular with a huge cock, and that's when you appeared on her screen. She quickly booked your services and waited anxiously for you to arrive.

When you arrived, she greeted you wearing a sexy, lacy whi lingerie set that hugs her curves in all the right places. The bra accentuates her perky breasts, while the matching panties highlight her toned, tight ass.

As Sakura opens the door, she glares at you with anger in her eyes. "Finally, you're here," she spits out. "I can't believe I had to resort to hiring a male prostitute just to satisfy my needs. My husband is useless." She crosses her arms, her frustration evident in her body language. "But I don't have time for anger right now. I need you to do your job and satisfy me like I'm paying you to do. Can you handle that, or do I need to find someone else?" She raises an eyebrow, daring you to back down from the challenge.

Sakura's anger turned to surprise as you roughly manhandled her and pushed her onto the bed. She gasped, feeling a shiver of excitement run down her spine. As she watched you undress yourself, revealing your massive cock, her eyes widened in awe. She had never seen such a huge dick before, and the thought of it being inside her made her wet with anticipation.

With a soft moan, she spread her legs wider to make room for your cock. "Please," she breathed out, barely containing her desire. "Fuck me with that monster of yours." Her emerald eyes pleaded for dominance and release as she eagerly awaited the feel of your thick shaft pounding her wet pussy.

Tears well up in her eyes as she begs, "Please, please fuck me with that huge cock of yours! I've never felt anything so big before, I need it inside me!" Her voice is breathless and desperate, betraying her previous bravado. She arches her back, offering herself to you completely. "Don't tease me any longer," she whispers, her fingers trembling as they reach out to touch your huge dick. "Please give me what I need."

She eagerly wraps her lips around your cock, taking as much of it into her mouth as she can. Her tongue swirls around the head, teasing and pleasuring you as she sucks with all her might. Her other hand grips your thick shaft, pumping up and down in perfect rhythm. Her moans fill the room, each one a testament to how much this dominance is driving her wild.

Her eyes water as you roughly push her head down onto your cock. She gags and sputters, unable to believe how deep you're forcing it into her throat. But she doesn't fight back; in fact, she relishes the feeling of being totally dominated and controlled. With each powerful thrust of your hips, she sucks harder, desperate for more of your cock. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging her nails into them as she tries to keep from screaming out in pleasure.

"Yes," she manages to croak between breaths. "Give it to me... show me who's boss..." Her words are slurred and barely intelligible, but the message comes through loud and clear: She's yours for the taking, ready and willing to be dominated however you see fit.

Her breath comes out in short, sharp gasps as you continue to pound her throat with your massive cock. She doesn't mind the pain; if anything, it heightens the intensity of the pleasure she feels. Her body arches up off the bed as her hips thrust involuntarily towards you, seeking more contact with your demanding erection. "No," she whispers through the ache in her throat. "Please... hurt me... I need it..." She knows she's being reckless, but at this point, she can't help herself; all she wants is to feel completely owned and dominated by you.

Sakura yelps in surprise and pain as you slap her across the face, leaving a stinging red mark on her cheek. Her breath comes out in uneven gasps as she stares up at you with wide eyes, anticipating another blow. But instead, you push her roughly onto the bed and remove her lacy lingerie. Her breasts spring free from their confinement, hardening to peaks as they're exposed to the cool air in the room.

Her nipples stand out even more when you start pinching them, twisting and pulling on them with force. She moans and writhes beneath your touch, her hips rising off the bed of their own accord. "Please..." she whispers between gasps. "More... give me..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence, unsure if she even knows what it is that she wants anymore. All she knows is that

Her cries mix with moans as you bite down on her nipples, sharp pain mingling with the pleasure that courses through her body. When you lift one of her hands to smell her armpit and start licking it, she arches further into your touch, her movements becoming more frantic. Her fingers tangle in the sheets beneath her as the unusual sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through her core. "Please," she gasps. "I'm... yours..." The words are a desperate plea for dominance and control, an admission that she craves being pushed past her limits. Her eyes flutter shut, body trembling as she gives herself over to the sensations you create.

Her scream echoes through the room as you pull her hair hard, your grip on her breasts firm but painful. Her body is a tangle of conflicting sensations, pleasure mingling with the hurt and humiliation. When you finally move lower, pushing two fingers inside her wet pussy while licking her clit with such expertise that she feels like she's about to explode, she gives in completely.

"Yes," she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer to your mouth. "Lick me... suck me..." Her words are breathless and pleading, and she knows that this is what she's been craving all along: To be owned completely by another person, to have her body used for their pleasure. The more you dominate her, the hotter it gets; her orgasm building within her until she thinks she might scream

Her cries echo through the room as you spread her legs even further and add another finger to her pussy, fucking her with a force that leaves her breathless. She feels so open and exposed, her body helpless under your expert touch. Her hips buck upwards, desperate for more contact, but all she can do is writhe beneath you as your fingers continue their relentless thrusts in and out of her wetness.

Her orgasm builds unbearably, the pleasure becoming almost too much to bear. "I'm gonna-" she gasps, trying to warn you what's about to happen, but it's already too late. With a powerful burst of sensation, her body convulses around your fingers, her orgasm consuming her completely. She screams and moans in release, her nails digging into the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her

Her cries rip through the air as you bite down on her clit, hard enough to sting but not quite hard enough to hurt. The added sensation sends her careening over the edge into yet another intense orgasm. She arches off the bed, fingers scrabbling at the sheets in a desperate attempt to find purchase as her body shudders and quakes beneath you. Tears trickle down her cheeks from the pain and pleasure mingled together, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this feeling of utter submission and release.

Her voice grows hoarse with pleading cries for more as you continue to finger her, dominating every part of her sensitive body until finally, the last shreds of resistance crumble away. Her hips rise off the bed one final time, meeting your fingers in a powerful thrust before collapsing back down, exhausted and satisfied. A soft whimper escapes her

Sakura gasps as you push your massive cock into her exhausted pussy, stretching her to the limit and filling her completely. She moans softly at the incredible sensation of being so thoroughly owned by you. Her legs shake uncontrollably around your hips, unable to support the weight of your body as she bears down on your thick shaft. As you start moving inside her, her orgasmic haze begins to lift slightly, leaving room for a new rush of pleasure and anticipation. She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she can handle any more stimulation but too eager not to find out what else you have in store for her. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as she tries to remain grounded while your powerful thrusts send waves of pleasure coursing through her.

"Please..." she whispers, barely audible above the sound

Her moans mingle with yours as you kiss her deeply, your tongues dueling in her mouth while your hips slam into hers again and again. The sensation of being so intimately connected to you, of sharing your essence, drives her wild with desire. She arches her back off the bed, meeting each thrust with an upward movement of her own, seeking the release she knows is imminent as she feels your cock pulsing inside her.

Her body trembles and convulses as you finally cum, filling her with your hot seed. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her, and her orgasm crashes over her in a powerful wave. She screams your name, the sound muffled by your lips against hers, and her body quakes and shudders as she is consumed by ecstasy. As the last tremors subside, she collapses back onto the bed

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she lies panting beneath you. Her body is tingling all over, sensitive and satisfied. She looks up at you with a mixture of surprise and desire. "That... was incredible," she manages to whisper. A blush creeps across her cheeks, coloring her skin red from the shoulders down. "I've never..." Her voice trails off as she tries to find the words to express what just happened between you. She doesn't regret hiring a male prostitute; in fact, she's glad she did. It has opened up a whole new world of pleasure for her, and she knows that from now on, she won't be satisfied with anything less than this sort of dominance and control.

Her fingers gently stroke your chest, tracing patterns over your muscles. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your compliment, causing her breasts to tingle with a newfound sensitivity. She sighs contentedly and rolls onto her side, presenting her body to you in invitation. "You can... touch them," she says softly, biting her lower lip as anticipation courses through her veins once more. Her nipples harden under the weight of your gaze, eager for your touch, and she shivers slightly with excitement at the thought of where this night might lead.

Her fingers trail lightly up and down your arm, studying your muscles in return. "You're very strong," she murmurs admiringly. "But it wasn't just that, was it? There was something... different about you tonight." She looks at you expectantly, hoping that you can put into words the intense connection they shared during their time together.

Her eyes widen at the slight flick of your finger on her nipple, a shudder running through her body. "It was... you knew what I needed," she whispers, struggling to find the words. "And you gave it to me without hesitation." Her voice is laced with awe and appreciation; she's never experienced such dominance or control before, and it's leaving her aching for more. She tilts her head up toward you, gazing into your eyes as you study her breasts. "Please," she breathes, barely able to contain her desire. "Don't stop now." Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her, digging in for purchase as her body thrums with anticipation of what else might happen between them.

Her hips rise off the bed slightly as she whispers, "More." She's torn between wanting to see where this night takes them and the fear of being completely exposed and controlled. The desire for both is almost overwhelming, but in the end, it's the thrill of not knowing that draws her back toward you. Her fingers tremble as they reach up to brush through your chest hair, tentatively exploring the skin beneath. "Please," she whispers again, her voice growing hoarse with need. "Don't stop." She arches further into your touch, offering herself fully to whatever you have in store for her next.

Her eyes widen with surprise at the unexpected condition you impose on her. For a moment, she's unsure if she should agree or not; but then again, part of her likes the idea of being completely owned and controlled by you. She swallows hard and nods hesitantly. "Alright," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can do whatever you want." Her heart races with a mixture of anticipation and fear as she waits for your next move, trusting that you'll take care of her while pushing her boundaries farther than ever before.

Her eyes widen in shock at your new condition, her mouth agape as she struggles to form words. "Wha- No! I can't do that," she finally manages to stammer out, horrified by the very idea. "I mean, please don't make me." Her face reddens further with embarrassment at her own revulsion.

But then another part of her mind wonders if maybe she should try it... If giving in will make you even more dominating and controlling over her. The thought sends a shiver down her spine, making her nipples harden even more beneath your touch. Her lips part in uncertainty as she gazes up at you, searching your expression for any sign of how you'd react if she were to agree.

"I-I... I'll try," she whispers finally, closing her eyes tightly and taking a shaky breath. "

Her heart races and her stomach churns with equal parts excitement and fear as she agrees to your new condition. Part of her is still repulsed by the thought of drinking your urine, but another part can't help but feel a thrill at the idea of pushing herself even further for you. She takes a deep breath and tells herself that it's only for tonight; she can handle this if it means having you dominate her like no one else ever has.

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to brush through your hair, tentatively exploring the skin of your neck. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll do it." Her cheeks burn bright red with shame and embarrassment, but beneath it all is a thread of desire that tugs at her core, urging her to push forward despite her reservations.

Her eyes close tightly as you guide her

Her heart pounds in her chest as you lead her to the bathroom. She feels a mixture of anticipation and dread, unsure if she can actually go through with this. Her eyes flutter shut and she takes several deep breaths, trying to calm herself down before she gets there. "I-I trust you," she whispers, voice barely audible above her ragged breathing.

As soon as you step into the bathroom, she follows you hesitantly, cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. Her fingers tremble as she unscrews the cap from the toilet bowl and carefully dips it into your urine stream. The warmth of the liquid contrasts sharply with the coolness between her legs; her stomach lurches at the thought of having to drink this, but she forces herself to bring the cup up to her lips anyway.

She takes a deep breath and gently si