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"Pleaaase…" Her voice was breathless, desperate "Put your dick in my naughty wet pussy!"

Orochimaru's smirk deepened.

Remember," he murmured, voice dark with possession, "you're mine. Only mine."

He didn't wait for a response and thrust his cock inside her in one movement.

AAAAHHHH YEEESSS!"

"OOHHHHHH!"

Yuriko's pussy was too tight, but it accepted Orochimaru cock eagerly as he pushed its way through those pink and wet inside walls until the depth.

She felt so much pleasure that she had orgasm just as she tried to squeeze and suck his dick inside her.

He stood for a few seconds enjoying the sensation of her pussy squeezing his cock while she enjoyed her orgasms.

His grip tightening on her waist. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "Desperate to take it all."

Yuriko shuddered, overwhelmed by the mix of pleasure and submission. Her body answered before her mind could form a response welcoming, yielding, wanting more.

Seeing this Orochimaru wisper again in her war, Say you want me to fuck your pussy in a mess, and I'll do it.

Yuriko had never even thought of such naughty things, but now her whole body was begging for his body. She wanted to shout whatever he demanded and fought the shame to get what she wanted so badly.

"I beg you,... fuck my pussy in a mess! AAaaaaahhHH!!!!!!"

Orochimaru didn't wait for her to finish speaking before he started moving his body, making his dick a tourist reaching every part of her pussy.

"Ahhhh... Mmm!!" Yuriko couldn't stop moaning with such pleasure so great.

Mmm... More pleeease...harder!!

Hearing her desperate pleas, Orochimaru gripped her breasts, his fingers teasing and pinching her nipples though he still didn't intensified his movements.

"Ahnnn…"

"Remember, Yuriko," he whispered, his voice smooth and chilling against her heated skin, "I am your master."

His words coiled around her like a spell, a dark contrast to the fire burning within her.

She shivered, understanding his implication all too well.

MASTE, USE ME, FUCK ME HARDER.

As Orochimaru's movements intensified, her moans grew louder, each sound escaping her lips in shaky, breathless gasps.

Ahh—! Nnnh! Fuuuh—haaah! K-Kuah—!"

Her body trembled, every thrust sending a new wave of sensation crashing through her.

She gripped the railing, knuckles turning white, as the heat between them built to an unbearable peak.

AAAH! YES, I LOVE THIS!

FUCK ME DEEPER MASTER!

IT FEELS SO GOOD.

HNN! I AM GONNA CUM! I AM GONNA CUM SO HARD!

AAAH!

I AaamM COoommMIIINGGG.

Orochimaru too didn't fall behind.

Clutching her breasts he moves his dick to the deepest of her while releasing simultaneously.

Seconds later he release his grip letting her supported by the railing, taking his cock out.

A warm, slick reminder of their passion leaking down her thighs, her body still trembling in its aftermath.

Orochimaru's fingers traced lazy patterns along her skin, his voice dark with amusement. "Looks like you can't handle me alone."

She didn't respond—not with words. The way she gasped for breath, the way her legs trembled beneath her, it was answer enough.

Then—smack.

A sharp sting bloomed across her skin as his hand met her ass, the sound echoing in the balcony.

"You can't handle me alone, can you?" His tone was both teasing and possessive, sending another shiver down her spine.

"Y-Yes, Master…" The words spilled from her lips before she could stop them. "I… I need more… I can't do this alone."

The confession burned hot in her throat, shame and desire mingling into something intoxicating.

Orochimaru chuckled, dragging his fingers over the curve of her hip, his touch both punishing and rewarding.

"So… we need to find partners for you," Orochimaru mused, his voice carrying a wicked edge.

With that, he turned towards the room, his smirk widening.

"Did you hear that? She needs help," he called out, his tone dripping with amusement. "Are you not going to support her?"

Yuriko's breath hitched. What?

Slowly, she turned her head, a flush creeping up her skin as her gaze followed his.

She hadn't thought they were alone. No—she had assumed the others would have heard them, definitely. But she hadn't expected anyone to be standing there.

Watching.

Waiting.

Had they been there the entire time?

A shiver ran through her—half embarrassment, half something far more dangerous.

But all of it vanished in an instant—replaced by sheer, bone-chilling terror.

Standing there, dressed in simple pyjamas and a loose shirt, her glasses slightly askew… was Saya.

Her daughter.

Yuriko's breath caught in her throat. A cold dread crawled down her spine, suffocating the heat that had consumed her just moments ago.

How long had she been standing there? How much had she seen?