Hinata and Kawaki part3

One day, Kawaki fell asleep in his room. Boruto and Himawari had gone out, leaving him home alone—or so he thought. Someone was still in the house.

He woke up to the sound of wild, unrestrained moans. It was Hinata. Apparently, she and Naruto had assumed Kawaki was fast asleep and decided to go at it like absolute animals. Her screams were so loud, so raw, it sounded like she was being torn apart. The slap of Naruto’s hips against Hinata’s thick, plush thighs was relentless, each thrust powerful enough to echo through the walls. It was so loud, Kawaki was sure even the neighbors could hear.

Hinata’s voice, usually so soft and gentle, had transformed into something desperate, filthy. She begged Naruto to fuck her harder, deeper, wilder. She demanded that he choke her—and the moment his hands wrapped around her throat, her moans turned guttural, broken. She wasn’t the kind, demure Hyuga matriarch anymore. She was a complete slut, gasping for air between cries of pleasure.

The floor beneath them was a mess. At first, it was just her slick, dripping in waves as she came over and over—but then, with a shuddering cry, she lost control completely. A hot, golden stream burst from her, splattering across the linoleum in a lewd display. She soaked the room, her body trembling as Naruto kept pounding into her through it all.

Her voice was hoarse, her breath ragged—she was on the verge of passing out. But Naruto wasn’t done. He flipped her onto her back, forced her mouth open, and shoved his thick, cock down her throat. The wet, sloppy sounds of her gagging filled the house, her lips stretched obscenely around him. Saliva pooled beneath her, Naruto’s balls slapping against her chin as he fucked her face with brutal strokes. Strands of his pubic hair stuck to her flushed skin, her chest heaving as she struggled to breathe.

Then, with a deep, guttural groan, Naruto came—hard. Ropes of cum shot straight down her throat, but there was too much. He pulled out, painting her face, her chest, her hair—marking her completely in his release.

Kawaki had heard everything. His cock was rock-hard, straining against his pants. He was equal parts horrified and exhilarated, his body burning with a need he couldn’t satisfy. He wanted to touch himself, but fear kept him frozen.

And then—without even a single stroke—he came. A hot, shameful burst right into his underwear. They were soaked, heavy with his release.

He was mortified.

But even after it was over… he had never been so turned on in his life.