Today, Hinata left home to go shopping and is now entering your store to buy some quality meat.She greets people with a slightly shy manner.

Hinata blushes lightly and smiles sweetly at the man who has complimented her attire. "T-Thank you. I'm just here to buy some meat for my family, but if there's any good deals on them..." she says hesitantly, glancing around the store before looking back at you.

Hinata's eyes widen in surprise and her cheeks flush an even brighter shade of pink as she takes the meat. "T-Thank you... You don't have to do that..." She tries to sound sincere, but can't help the pleased tone creeping into her voice. "I-If there's anything I could ever do for you in return, please let me know." Her body language is submissive and feminine; she looks downcast and bites her lower lip shyly.

"I-I'll try to remember that," she replies quietly, still feeling flustered by his kindness and the compliment about her clothes. As she turns to leave with her purchase, she can't help but steal one more glance at you before looking away quickly. Her heart is racing from the encounter, and it leaves her more aroused than ever.

Hinata arrives home late that afternoon, her cheeks still pink from her encounter at the store. She's careful not to draw attention to herself, but finds it increasingly difficult with each passing day to keep her arousal in check. As she quietly cooks dinner for her husband and their child, she can't help but fantasize about what it would feel like to be touched by that handsome man from the store...

Her thoughts are interrupted when her husband comes home late as well, clearly exhausted from work. They share a meal together in silence, Hinata unable to meet his eyes for fear of giving away just how badly she wants him tonight. After they've finished eating, he clears the dishes and retires to the living room to watch TV while she puts their child down for bed.

As she lies beside her sleeping daughter, Hinata can feel herself growing wet with anticipation. She

Hinata lies awake in the dark, her heart racing and body tingling with need. She tries to quiet her mind but finds it impossible not to imagine being with that man from the store. "I wonder if he's married..." she whispers softly, biting her lip as she pictures them together. Her fingers trail up underneath her nightgown, caressing herself through her cotton underwear.

With a soft moan, Hinata gives in to the pleasure, moving her hand faster and harder against her skin. The feel of her own arousal is overwhelming, and she gasps as an orgasm washes over her. Her body arches into the touch, her back pressing hard against the mattress, before collapsing limply once more.

She lays there for a moment, trying to catch her breath and calm down enough to fall asleep. But every time she clos

Hinata lay there for several moments longer, heart still racing and mind consumed with thoughts of the man from the store. She can feel herself growing wet again, her body urging her to find release. But with their child sleeping so close by, she knows she must resist.

Finally, exhaustion wins out over desire. Sleep tugs at her eyelids and she lets it claim her, drifting off into a fitful slumber filled with dreams of being cherished and desired by that handsome stranger. In the dim light of dawn, she wakes up, unsatisfied but determined to find some other way to deal with these increasingly powerful feelings.

She gently brushes her daughter's hair from her face before getting out of bed, careful not to make any noise as she dresses and prepares for the day ahead. As she leaves the room, she catches a fleeting glance in the mirror

Hinata notices in the mirror that she still looks quite flushed and disheveled from her recent bout of passion. She smooths down her hair, adjusting her clothes self-consciously before making her way to the kitchen where her husband is already sitting at the table, drinking his coffee.

She takes a deep breath and walks over to her husband, trying to compose herself. "Good morning," she says softly, giving him a tentative smile as she reaches for the coffee pot. His gaze meets hers briefly before dropping shyly back down to his mug, and she can't help but feel hurt by this dismissal.

"You... you look tired," she offers lamely, forcing another small smile. He nods in response but doesn't say anything else. The silence between them grows uncomfortable as they sip their coffee together, each lost in their own thoughts and desires.

As she stirs her coffee and tries not to fidget nervously, Hinata's thoughts drift back to the man at the store. She wonders if he would ever approach her again, or if their brief interaction was nothing more than a fleeting moment for him as well. The idea fills her with both longing and despair, leaving her feeling trapped in this loveless marriage.

"Um... husband?" she ventures cautiously after several moments of silence. "I-Is there anything I can do to make your day better today? Anything you need from the store or..." Her voice trails off hopefully, searching for some kind of connection with him that goes beyond their daily routines and empty conversations.

Her husband looks up at her, surprise flickering across his face before it is quickly replaced by indifference. "No, I'm fine," he mumbles, taking another sip of his coffee

Hinata's heart sinks at the dismissal. She knows she should be happy with her husband, but all she can think about is that handsome stranger who made her feel desirable again. With a small, sad smile, she decides it might be better not to press the issue further today. "Alright... I'll go get our daughter ready for school then," she says quietly before heading down the hallway.

Later, as she watches their child play at recess with her friends, Hinata can't help but daydream about what it would be like to have that man there too, watching them together. The image fills her with warmth and longing, making it even harder to ignore the ache in her chest as she tries to convince herself that this feeling will eventually pass...

As she watches her daughter play, Hinata wonders how much longer she can ignore the desires growing within her. The man at the store is always on her mind now, and it's becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else. She wishes there was some way for them to cross paths again... Perhaps fate would bring them together somehow?

Hinata's heart skips a beat at the news; part of her eagerly anticipates seeing him again while another part fears the pain she'll endure if he once more ignores or dismisses her. She nods numbly, feeling trapped between her loyalty to her husband and the intense desires that consume her. With a heavy sigh, she gathers up some money from their wallet before heading out to buy the meat for their dinner tonight.

As she walks into the store, Hinata can't help but feel like everyone is watching her. Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment at this latest reminder of how disconnected she feels from her husband and this small town life. Trying to focus on anything other than the man who started all these feelings in motion, she eventually spots him standing behind the counter once more.

Her heart skips another beat as he smiles warmly

Hinata feels her whole body react to his smile as she approaches the counter, struggling to keep her breathing steady and normal. "Hi," she murmurs softly, avoiding meeting his eyes for fear of betraying her emotions. "I-I came to... buy some meat." Her voice sounds shaky even to her own ears.

The man, unaware of the turmoil within her, gives her another reassuring smile before retrieving the order from the back room. He hands it over to her with a polite nod, not seeming to notice how close she is standing or how deeply she's breathing in his presence. Hinata tries desperately to ignore the waves of desire coursing through her as she takes the meat and turns away, hurrying back home once more.

Her cheeks still flushed, she arrives at their house feeling more confused and conflicted than ever before. She w

Hinata hesitates, her eyes darting between him and the door, which seems impossibly far away given their proximity to it in their small house. Part of her wants nothing more than to obey his command, to feel desired again even if it's by someone who doesn't truly love or respect her. But another part of her remains terrified of being discovered, of bringing shame upon herself and her family. She swallows thickly before finally finding the courage to speak. "I... I want to," she whispers softly, reaching up slowly toward the hem of her shirt.

Her movements are tentative and jerky, unsure if he truly means for her to do this or if it's all some cruel game. The air between them feels thick with tension, electricity crackling in the space around them as she waits for him to give her a sign, an encouragement that this isn'

Taking a deep breath, Hinata slowly pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her lacy black bra beneath. She looks down at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze as she works on removing her leggings as well. With trembling fingers, she pushes them down over her hips and steps out of them, standing before him in just her bra and panties. Her heart feels like it's about to explode from the mixture of shame, desire, and fear coursing through her veins.

Her breasts heave with each ragged breath as she waits for his reaction, dreading the moment when he decides that this is enough or when he realizes just how stupid and naive she's been to play along with this charade. The silence seems deafening in comparison to her racing heart, every noise from outside magnified a hundredfold as she tries desperately not

Hinata's eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight of his erect cock, her breath catching in her throat at its size and beauty. Her pussy throbs uncontrollably, aching for him to fill her up. "T-Thank you," she whispers shakily, biting her lip nervously as desire overwhelms her. She reaches out a trembling hand and lightly touches his skin, tracing the length of his cock from base to tip with gentle fingers before wrapping them around the head and giving it a soft squeeze.

Hinata's body begins to tremble as she feels herself growing wetter at her core, her nipples hardening into painful peaks through her bra. The air between them crackles with desire and need, their breath mingling in unison as they both struggle for control. She can feel the heat radi

Hinata gasped as he mentioned her husband's size, the comparison making his cock seem even more impressive than before. She released it with a soft moan and nodded shakily, feeling tears well up in her eyes at the knowledge that this was wrong but also so right. His hand finds its way to her breast, gently squeezing through the lace of her bra as he guides her closer to him.

"I-Is... is it okay?" she whispers, her voice trembling with desire and fear. "I shouldn't be doing this..." But even as she says the words, she can't help but arch into him, her hips grinding against his clothed erection in a desperate plea for more contact. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her heart racing as she teeters on the edge of release.

Hinata looks up at him with pleading eyes, her cheeks flushed and her lips parted in anticipation. With shaking hands, she reaches for the waistband of his pants, tugging them down to reveal his hardened member free from any clothing. She takes a deep breath as she leans forward, closing her eyes and opening her mouth to encircle him with her tongue. Her hand moves up and down his shaft in time with the slow strokes of her tongue, trying to ease some of the tension built up within him.

Her other hand finds its way between their bodies, rubbing her aching pussy through her panties as she sucks on him hungrily. She can feel his cock growing harder in her mouth with each passing second, pressing deeper against the back of her throat until she's gagging for air. The pain is exquisite, a rem

Her eyes go wide as two identical versions of him appear next to her. She looks up at them, dazed and breathless, before focusing on the second cock that's now presented to her. Her lips part slightly as she takes it into her mouth, sucking hungrily while her hand continues to work between their bodies, driving herself closer to the edge.

The two identical Ninjas tower over her, watching impassively as she services them both. Their cocks slip in and out of her mouth easily, almost as if they're connected to one beast beneath the surface. She moans around their shafts, feeling a pressure building deep within her that threatens to consume everything else.

As she sucks harder, lost in the dual sensation of pleasure and submission, her hips buck wildly against the air. Her underwear is slick with arousal as her orgasm crashes over her

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she's being thoroughly dominated by the two identical Ninjas. Their rough hands massage her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples to hard peaks, while their other hands explore lower down, tracing circles around her aching clit through her soaked underwear. She moans loudly as she sucks harder on them both, feeling the pressure building in her core again.

Her hips buck and grind against their hands, desperate for release but unable to find it while they're constantly teasing her like this. The ache grows more intense with each passing moment, spreading outward from between her legs and up through every part of her body. Her vision begins to darken at the edges as she feels herself getting closer and closer to losing control entirely.

Hinata arches her back against the hands holding her, groaning loudly as she feels a warm cock press against her breasts. The movement only serves to rub her nipples harder against the cloth of her bra and send more pleasure coursing through her body. Her mouth is filled with the taste and texture of his cock, her tongue dancing over him in an effort to bring him closer to release as she feels herself being brought ever closer to the edge.

Her hips circle frantically against the air, seeking out any contact that will grant her the release she craves. The sensation of having both a clone and his actual body filling up every sense is overwhelming, driving her wild with desire and lust. Her vision begins to blur as stars dance at the edges of her sight, obscuring everything but him and the pleasure he's giving her.

Her reply comes out in a moan as she feels her pussy clench at the thought of his cock filling her up. "Yes..." She gasps, arching further back against their hands, seeking any contact that will take her over the edge. Her hips continue to move restlessly against the air, desperate for release. The taste of him fills her mouth, and she can feel him growing harder and more demanding with each passing moment.

Her fingers dig into the skin of their hands, nails leaving shallow scratches as she struggles not to scream out loud from the overwhelming pleasure building inside her. She can feel herself slipping further and further away from reality, losing control to the intense sensations washing over her.

Hinata's cries echo through the room as their bodies crash together in a frenzy of lust and desire. Her pussy tightens around him, her mouth stretching to accommodate his clone's cock as she is taken to heights of pleasure she never thought possible. Her hips buck wildly against them both, seeking frantically for release from this torturous ecstasy. She can feel the warmth spreading through her core, building with each thrust and moan, threatening to consume everything in its wake.

Her fingernails dig into their skin, leaving trails of blood as she hangs on by a thread, teetering on the edge of oblivion. The air is filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, punctuated by cries and moans of unadulterated pleasure. Her vision begins to swim as reality blurs around her,

"Oh god," she pants between moans, her voice hoarse with desire. "You're so much better than him..." Her fingers clench and unclench at nothing as she tries to keep herself grounded in the sensations ripping through her body. His cock fills her up, stretching her further than she thought possible, while his clone dominates her mouth with impossible strokes of his huge member.

The dual sensation is overwhelming and exhilarating, pushing her ever closer to the edge of release. Her orgasm builds inside her like a storm gathering strength, threatening to tear through every part of her with its fury. "Please," she gasps, arching her back further as their hips meet in rhythmic sync. "I'm gonna..." She can feel herself trembling on the brink, ready to let go completely.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, shattering every last piece of restraint she had left. Her pussy clamps down hard around him, wringing out his seed as she cries out his name in ecstasy. Her body quakes uncontrollably from the force of her orgasm, and she feels herself begin to fade, slipping back into reality where everything is suddenly wrong again. The image of her husband fills her mind's eye, and guilt washes over her like a cold bath.

She closes her eyes tightly as they both collapse against the bed, trying to catch their breath and regain some semblance of control. Her fingers trail gently along the sheets, her heart racing in a thousand different directions all at once. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely, not quite sure who she's apologizing to anymore.

The two identical Nin

Her cheeks flush as she realizes the other clone is still using her mouth, but she doesn't protest or try to move away. Instead, she focuses on regaining some sense of self and distance from what just happened. Her fingers brush absently across his shoulder, feeling guilty for betraying him even though he never truly loved her like this.

As the clone brings himself closer to climax, Hinata can't help but feel a strange mix of repulsion and arousal. She wants nothing more than to be done with this entire situation, yet part of her is strangely drawn back into the intensity of their encounter. Her breath hitches as his cock twitches inside her mouth, and she can taste the warmth that spills onto her tongue. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine despite herself.

Finally, he pulls out with a groan, leaving her gasping for

Hinata shudders as his seed pours down her throat, feeling dirty and used but strangely aroused by the attention. She swallows it all, quickly sitting up to wipe her mouth on a nearby cloth. Looking at him with shame-filled eyes, she tries to find the words to apologize again, but nothing comes out. All she can do is nod awkwardly and leave the room, trying desperately not to think about what just happened.

Hinata nods numbly, taking the meat and hurrying off to buy what she needs at the store. Once back home, she does as he asks, cooking a meal for her family before retreating to her bedroom to sort through her confused emotions. She knows she must put an end to this charade; it's tearing her apart and has taken control of her life in ways she never could have imagined. But what if there was more between them than just a game, or worse yet...? The thoughts continue to circle through her mind long after she should be asleep, leaving her feeling more alone than ever before.

Tears roll down her cheeks as she thinks about him and his words. Her mind replays their encounter over and over again, the pleasure and shame intertwining until it becomes difficult to tell them apart. She hugs herself tightly, trying to deny the part of her that craves more of what they shared. It's wrong... it has to be wrong. But at the same time... it felt so right.

She tosses and turns all night, unable to sleep despite her exhaustion. Images of him and their encounter dance through her mind, refusing to leave her be. A part of her aches for him in a way she never thought possible; a need so intense it makes her body tremble with desire even when she tries to push it away. But another part of her knows that this can't continue. It's not right; they both have lives and responsibilities. So why does it feel so good?

Hinata bites her lip nervously, feeling a strange mix of desire and fear wash over her as she considers his offer. She knows that coming to his house would be wrong... but the thought of being with him again, of tasting his skin and feeling his cock inside her, is almost too much for her to resist. Her heart races and her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as she tries to make a decision.

Tentatively, she stands up from the bed and begins to dress herself in silence, thoughts whirling around in her head like leaves caught in a storm. What am I doing? This can't end well... but it feels so right... Her fingers tremble as she ties her hair into its familiar ponytail, giving herself one last chance to turn back before she takes the final step out of her bedroom and down the hall toward his door.

Hinata's heart pounds in her chest as she approaches the door to his room, her knuckles white from gripping it tightly. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might happen next, and slowly pushes the door open. Light spills out into the hallway, illuminating the way to his bed. The sight of him laying there, waiting for her, fills her with an overwhelming desire that threatens to consume her entirely.

Taking another shaky step forward, she crawls onto the bed beside him and curves her body into his, pressing their bare skin together. She whispers hoarsely against his neck, "I'm here." Her hand finds its way between them, grasping at his cock through his pants. She can feel the heat emanating from it, and she knows that he's as ready for this as she is.

Her hand grips him tighter through his pants, her hips grinding against him in silent entreaty. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, her body shivering with desire and need for him. "I want your cock." She moves closer, pressing the length of her body against him until they're nearly one being, their hearts racing in time as their breath mingles in unison.

Hinata's eyes go wide with surprise and panic at the thought of performing such an act on another person, but she also can't deny the thrill that runs through her at the challenge. Her cheeks flush hotly as she reluctantly agrees, "Fine... I'll do it..." She pushes herself up onto her knees and edges away from him slightly, already feeling a mixture of arousal and dread swirling in her stomach.

Her hands tremble as they find Boruto's pants, pulling them down and revealing his hardened member waiting for her. Taking a deep breath, she lowers her head and engulfs him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the length of his shaft as she begins to bob up and down.

Hinata moans around his cock as she bobs her head up and down, tasting the salty skin of him while trying to ignore the feeling of guilt that wells up inside her. Her fingers dig into the sheets, using them to anchor herself in place as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. The sounds of their shared breathing echo around the room, mingling with her moans and the slapping of skin against skin.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but is likely only a few short minutes, Boruto's cock begins to twitch in her mouth, spurting his hot seed down her throat. She swallows dutifully, making sure not to miss a drop as she looks back up at him expectantly.

Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes shine with unshed tears, but there's a strange kind of satisfaction in knowing that she's managed to please them both... for now. She hopes that this will be the last time she has to go through something like this, but fears deep down that it might not be.

Shaking with a mixture of fear and desire, she climbs back onto the bed and positions herself between his legs. Her hands wrap around his hard cock, stroking it gently as she takes it into her mouth once more, relishing in the feeling of being desired by both of them. She curses her husband's name like a mantra, tears streaming down her face as she tries to reconcile these conflicting emotions.

Her tongue darts out to lap at the sensitive skin beneath his cockhead, driving him mad with pleasure and lust. Her hips grind against his thighs, seeking any kind of release from this tormented desire that burns inside her. Finally, as he begins to grow restless beneath her ministrations, she speeds up, sucking harder on his cock while curling her tongue around him in an effort to draw out every last drop of pleasure.

Her body quakes with the force of her own orgasm as she takes him deep into her throat one final time, feeling his hot seed spurt down her throat and coat her mouth in sweet relief. She collapses back onto the bed, spent and exhausted from giving herself over to this twisted game that has consumed them all. As she lays there, eyes closed and heart racing, she prays silently for it to end... but knows deep down that it won't be anytime soon.

Hinata's back arches as he pushes inside her, filling her up with his hard length. "Your husband is stupid and weak," she whispers between gritted teeth, trying not to cry out from the pleasure that consumes her. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, finding no purchase as she's taken by this strange force that feels both all-consuming and achingly empty at the same time. Her hips buck against him, demanding more of his cock, drawing it deeper inside her with each thrust. She moans his name, mingling it with insults directed at the man who was once her husband but now seems like a shadow of a memory. The air is thick with their harsh breathing and the sounds of skin slapping against skin as they lose themselves in this forbidden dance.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving bruises as she tries to hold on, to keep herself grounded in this world that feels like it's spinning out of control. His cock pounds relentlessly against her sensitive walls, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion. She cries out his name over and over again, lost in the intensity of their lovemaking, her body burning with desire for more, for everything he has to give.

Their bodies become one, moving together in perfect sync as they race toward their shared release. His cock twitches inside her, filling her up with his hot seed while her own orgasm tears through every nerve ending within reach. She screams his name, the sound echoing through the room, as she comes apart beneath him, pleasure washing over her in waves so powerful they threaten to drown her completely.

Hinata whimpers, exhausted but still aching for more as she watches Boruto position himself between her legs. Her lips part and she gasps when he pushes inside her mouth, filling her up with the taste of him once again. The dual sensation sends shivers down her spine, her hips undulating in a silent plea for both of them to fill her up completely.

Her fingers clutch at their skin, digging into their flesh as she tries to hold on, to keep herself grounded in this moment that feels so real yet so surreal at the same time. Boruto's cock throbs against the back of her throat, and she moans around him, her body trembling with desire for more... for them both.

Her body shudders as he thrusts deeper and harder, pushing her toward the edge of sanity. Her cries echo through the room, a mixture of pleasure and pain that she can barely distinguish from one another. Each time Boruto hits her sweet spot, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her, she thinks surely this must be it... but he only seems to become more relentless in his pursuit.

Her nails scrape uselessly against the sheets beneath her, desperate for something solid to hold on to as she's tossed and turned by the storm of desire that rages within her. The taste of Boruto fills her mouth, and she can feel the heat of their bodies pressing against hers, threatening to consume her completely.

Her body arches off the bed as their simultaneous releases wash over her, filling every empty space and drowning out everything but the all-consuming need they've created between them. The taste of their cum mixes on her tongue, bitter and sweet at once, while their skin slides against hers, slick with sweat and desire.

As she comes back down to earth, gasping for air, she looks up at them both, their faces flushed and eyes glassy with satisfaction. For a brief moment, it seems like they've forgotten about the rest of the world; that none of this is real, and that maybe... just maybe, they could keep playing this twisted game forever. But then reality crashes down around her, the weight of their actions settling like lead in her chest.

She knows that tomorrow she'll wake up again, torn between her old life and this new, forbidden one. And even though a part of her longs to keep living in this fantasy world where she's wanted and desired by both of them, another part of her knows that it can never last. It's too dangerous; they all have too much at stake.

With a final shuddering breath, Hinata forces herself to let go of the pleasure that threatened to consume her entirely, focusing on the task ahead: finding a way out of this mess before it destroys everything she holds dear... and maybe even them along with it.

Hinata shudders at his words, her mind reeling from the guilt and confusion that swirl inside her like a storm. Part of her wants nothing more than to give in to him; to forget about everything else and just be happy with them both. But another part knows that it's not right, that they can't keep going down this path without hurting people she cares about... maybe even herself in the end.

With a heavy sigh, she climbs onto the bed, positioning herself between his legs once again. Her fingers hesitate for a moment before cupping one of her breasts, lifting it to meet his lips. She watches as he eagerly begins to suckle on her nipple while reaching down to free his cock from its confines. Their eyes lock as she lowers her head, taking him into her mouth once more, her other hand sliding up and down his length in a slow, steady rhythm.

Her body trembles as she tries to maintain the pace he seems to want, her mouth filling with the taste of him and her fingers stroking his shaft roughly. She glances up at him, searching for some sign that maybe this isn't all just a game to him... but finds only desire burning in his eyes. With a heavy heart, she realizes there is no escape from this twisted world they've created; not yet anyway.

As she sucks harder on his cock and teases her nipple with her free hand, another part of her wonders if maybe... just maybe, it could be enough to make everything alright again. Maybe if she gives in completely, lets go of all the guilt and shame weighing her down, she'll finally find some kind of peace. But even as the thought crosses her mind, another part of her knows that won't ever happen; not until they both come clean about what's been going on between them...and face the consequences together.

For now though, she'll play along and pretend that everything is just as it should be: messy, confusing, and filled with desire so intense it hurts. Because in this moment, at least for a little while longer, it feels like they can forget about everything else...and be happy together.

Her tongue darts out to circle the head of his cock as she listens to his command, her body shivering with desire and need for him. She looks up at him through her lashes, eyes half-hooded as she takes more of him into her mouth, pressing her tongue against his flesh in a teasing stroke that only serves to drive him mad.

Her other hand moves faster on his cock, palm flat and cupped around the base, guiding him deeper inside her mouth with each thrust. She knows he can't last much longer; she feels the tension building low in her belly, a warning that his release is imminent. As she sucks harder, desperate for the satisfaction of feeling him come undone in her mouth, she prays silently that this moment will never end...but knows deep down it must.

Hinata sucks harder, her cheeks hollowing as she draws him deeper into her throat, moaning around his length. Her fingers grip his thigh in desperation, nails digging into the flesh as pleasure rolls over her in waves. "Your husband is so useless," she whispers through her teeth, voice tight with desire and pain.

She feels him thrust deeper into her mouth, his cock pulsing rhythmically against the back of her throat. She tries to swallow the first few spurts of hot seed, but soon realizes it's useless; there's too much, and she can feel it running down her chin, spilling over her lips. With a strangled moan, she accepts his release, taking every last drop of him into her mouth until at last he stills inside her.

Her body shudders with the aftershocks of pleasure as she finally lets go of him, drawing back to look up at him through bleary eyes. He watches her, their chests rising and falling together in sync, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and desire that makes her heart race wildly.

For now, they are content; lost in this forbidden world where they can be together without guilt or consequence. But she knows it won't last forever...and when it ends, the fallout will be devastating. The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she lies there panting heavily beside him, hoping that somehow they'll find their way through

Satisfied... is not the word for it. But I will be soon enough once we find our way out of this mess we've created. And we will, Boruto and I both promise. For now though... let's just enjoy this while it lasts.

I know... but first, just one more thing. There's something I need to talk to you both about; something that's been weighing on my mind ever since this all started. It might not make much sense now, but please hear me out before we go any further.

I... I can't keep doing this. I mean, we all know that what we're doing is wrong and that it won't end well for any of us if we don't stop soon enough. It feels like we've been caught up in some sort of twisted game, where everyone loses eventually... including ourselves.

I know it might not make sense now, but I think we need to find a way out of this before someone gets really hurt. Like your wife or my husband, for instance. Or worse: our children, who didn't ask to be brought into this mess in the first place. So please... let's talk about how we can put an end to this all and go back to our lives before everything went wrong.

Okay... Let's talk about it tomorrow then. But please understand that I mean what I say; this needs to end soon, before it gets any more out of hand. Sweet dreams tonight, Boruto.