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Sakura roused from her sleep slowly, not entirely sure what had woken her. Blearily blinking at her alarm clock, she could see it was far too early to drag herself out of bed and get ready for the day; hell, she’d only been asleep for a couple of hours since coming home from the hospital. She huffed in frustration and tried to coax herself back to sleep.
She was just beginning to feel that warmth encompass her when something made her eyes snap open again.
She frowned and squinted into the darkness, concentrating hard. Just as she had herself convinced that she was hearing things, she heard it again, loud and clear. Hard panting and soft whimpers from the room beside her. She felt the heat pool unwillingly between her thighs.
Gods, she knew she shouldn’t have moved in with Ino.
She turned her face into her pillow and flopped onto her stomach, willing the heat to leave her body and the shame of being turned on by her roommate’s moaning to pass. Unfortunately, it seemed Ino was just getting started and apparently, all Sakura’s nights spent alone had pushed her body past the point of no return, because the longer she lay there, furiously trying to tune Ino out, the wetter she could feel herself get.
She groaned softly when she heard Ino let out a long, broken little cry.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself, feeling her face burn with shame but knowing she was never going to sleep feeling as frustrated as she was. And she needed to sleep. She clenched her thighs together, feeling a pang of pleasure shoot through her and gasping softly into her pillow.
“Oh—oh, fuck, yes!” Ino gasped from the other side of the wall. With one last frustrated grunt into her pillow, Sakura resigned herself. Ino’s panting and moaning were getting louder, and Sakura’s arousal had grown too imposing to ignore. With burning cheeks, she slipped a hand between her body and her mattress and into her panties to feel her lips, already coated and dewy.
At the sound of Ino’s mattress lightly squeaking, Sakura dipped her fingers between her folds and gently swept over that sensitive nub nestled between them, slow and soft. She was already breathing heavily into her pillowcase, and arching her back, lifting her ass up over her bed as she played with her clit. Every moan she heard from her neighbour made her fingers quicken and her breath hitch.
“Mmm…ah—ah!” Ino gasped, and Sakura gasped right along with her, though much more discreetly. Her mattress was squeaking in earnest now, and Sakura couldn’t help but wonder who Ino had brought home that was satisfying her so. She certainly sounded like they were doing excellent work. Her moans were low and throaty, and Sakura knew Ino was absolutely not one to fake it.
Sakura knew that she was going to be horribly embarrassed about this come morning, but right now, her fingers were curling into her pussy and it felt so good she couldn’t help but keen softly into her pillow. The springs in Ino’s mattress were screeching, now, rocking with vigor and Sakura couldn’t help but picture what might be happening on top of that mattress.
There was no sound of skin slapping against skin as she got fucked, or even the sound of wet kisses passing between lovers, only that mattress, that heavy breathing, and those sweet little moans that had Sakura’s pussy clenching around her fingers.
Ino was on top, then, Sakura reasoned; riding her partner to her own delight, using them to make her feel so pleasurable that those sinful sounds cascaded from her lips, through the thin wall that separated their bedrooms, and straight to Sakura’s aching pussy.
“Fuck,” Sakura gasped again, this time, into the dead air of her bedroom. Gods, I should not be thinking about this, she inwardly chastised herself as she pictured Ino’s full breasts heaved high as her back arched; as she slid herself hard and fast over a thick cock. As she fucked herself to completion, moaning and whining, and coming all over that cock.
“Ah! Ah! I’m coming!” Right on cue, Sakura thought as she pumped her fingers into herself faster, harder. The mattress next door was whining in protest, being rocked so hard even the headboard had started to thump lightly against the wall and fuck, where did Ino even get the energy?
Sakura’s own little broken moan broke through her clenched jaw, completely against her will. She bit her lip and buried her face back into her pillow as she felt herself cresting alongside Ino.
Ino’s final moan was long and low, and so sexy Sakura nearly came again. She let herself flop tiredly onto her bed, her hand still tucked into her soaked panties, and her thighs slick and sticky from her juices. Now, the allure of sleep was too good to resist.
She figured she could get up and clean herself off, but she didn’t want to chance a run-in with Ino or her flavour of the week, so she settled for slipping her fingers into her mouth and sucking them clean, and decided that she could just change her sheets a little ahead of schedule this week.
For the second night in a row, Sakura woke to Ino’s moaning. This time, though, she wasn’t doing such a good job of keeping herself quiet. Sakura didn’t even pretend to battle with herself when she felt that telltale pressure building in her core. Instead, she slinked her hand straight down to press her fingers hard along the seam of herself, letting her slick soak her panties through.
Ino was much more vocal and not just relating to volume. All that “fuck me”, and “give it to me”, and “make me cum” had Sakura nearly jumping out of her bed to see just who needed this much direction, and maybe the poor sod needed some help, because she’d never heard anyone beg and plead like that in her life. She was almost tempted to go and obey every nasty plea that Ino groaned into the night.
But all those demands didn’t appear to be for naught, because even as Ino cried for more, she was crying; loud and unashamed and so fucking wanton. Sakura felt herself coming before Ino was even close, flexing her hips hard against her fingers and feeling herself get wetter around them with her release, and entirely unable to stop the shuddering moan that crawled out of her throat as she came.
She felt assured that Ino couldn’t hear her over her own loud gasps and groans. And gods, Sakura couldn’t blame her because she could hardly hear herself think with those sounds that bled through their shared wall. Sakura couldn’t stop herself from lightly tapping against her clit, driving herself toward that cliff for the second time that night. She also couldn’t stop herself from humming and whining softly to herself with every command Ino made.
“Fuck me with your tongue!” Ino cried, and Sakura cried back. “Make me cum on your face,” Ino whined and Sakura found herself internally begging for Ino to let her try. And then she heard Ino’s broken voice, moaning loudly in pleasure as she presumably did just that, and Sakura was right there with her, burying her own moans into her pillow.
With a forlorn look to her clock she noted it was too late now to get anymore sleep for the night. She waited as the lights in the hall flickered on and she heard the shuffling footsteps of someone walking between Ino’s bedroom and the bathroom, and then waited for the light to flicker back off. She gave it a few more minutes before she, herself, got up to shower and prepare for the long day that awaited her.
When Sakura came home that evening, she was surprised to see Ino still sat on the couch, flipping through a magazine disinterestedly with her feet kicked up and her toes glistening with fresh polish. Her makeup was done, and her hair curled, and even though she was wearing a fluffy robe, Sakura could only assume she was getting ready for a hot date.
“Another one, Pig?” she chastised, wondering what sounds she would be waking up to tonight.
“What are you on about, Forehead?” Ino asked, one blonde eyebrow arched high as she spared Sakura the briefest of glances.
“All your suitors this week. Three in a row is a bit much, even for you, isn’t it?” Sakura hated herself as she said it, but she wasn’t sure what was worse; the thought of another disrupted night of sleep, or the increasing bitterness she felt toward her roommate and friend for her blatant escapades. If she had to lie back and touch herself to thoughts of Ino once more this week, she was going to scream.
“Seriously, Forehead, what are you talking about?” Ino said with a roll of her eyes, her attention fixed firmly on the magazine in her lap. “Have you taken a page out of your mentor’s book and started day drinking?” she teased.
“I’m talking about all your late-night encounters, Pig. If you’re going to have people in and out at all hours, could you at least be quiet about it?” Sakura tossed back, growing tired of this game. Ino’s cheeks went a little pink and Sakura silently breathed a sigh of relief.
“I haven’t had anyone in and out, but maybe you should. You sound pretty tightly wound,” Ino said pointedly, making Sakura blush and taking the heat off herself. “Not my fault you can’t tell the difference between a toy and a man. I guess your hand just isn’t cutting it anymore, huh? You should do something about that,” she said with a wicked smirk.
“I hate you,” Sakura grumbled before taking her sad takeout dinner and heading into her bedroom to scarf it down and lament about the current state of her life. A toy? Sakura hadn’t considered that. That brought a whole new image to her mind, one that she hadn’t invited, and was certainly not comfortable pondering while the sun was out.
She finished her meager dinner and skulked back into the living room to gossip with Ino until her date arrived, all slights tossed between them quickly forgotten. It wasn’t Sakura’s fault that Ino was horny and loud, and it wasn’t Ino’s fault that Sakura couldn’t restrain herself from being very into it. Sakura even went as far as to perch herself on Ino’s bed and help her decide between three dresses.
“Oh, that’s him,” Ino said, shooing Sakura when a knock sounded at the door. “Go let him in so I can make my entrance.”
“You’re such a drama queen,” Sakura said with a roll of her eyes, even as she went and did exactly what Ino asked of her. Sakura had just let Ino’s date in when she came waltzing out of her room, short black dress swinging sumptuously around her hips, neckline dipped low to show off her impressive chest. Sakura fought the urge to roll her eyes when Ino’s date unabashedly eyed that neckline as Ino doubled over to strap her shoes to her ankles.
“Don’t wait up,” Ino said teasingly as she headed out the door. Sakura nearly kicked her on her way out, blushing furiously as she thought about what she might wake up to. If that had been Ino without a partner, Sakura wasn’t sure she wanted to know how outspoken Ino would get when she knew she had an audience.
Part of her wanted to find out, but she was quick to shunt that part deep inside where it could never see the light of day.
Instead of dwelling on her thoughts and where they may or may not take her in the dead of night, she did laundry. She had put off washing her sheets twice now, and maybe it was wishful thinking to clean them now, but if Ino paraded her date through their apartment later that night, Sakura was going to handle it like an adult—with clean bed linens.
She wasn’t entirely sure how Ino’s socks got mixed in with her linens, but when she pulled everything out of the dryer, there they were, fluffy and blue and stuck to her pillowcase. Even when she wasn’t around she still managed to grate on Sakura’s nerves. She got her fresh linens on her bed and then shuffled into Ino’s room to put the rampant socks back where they belonged.
Upon opening Ino’s sock drawer, though, she found a lot more than some socks. Before she could stop herself, or think better of it, she plucked the large wand out of the drawer and stared at it blankly, the chord dangling from her hand to her toes. When Ino had mentioned a toy, this wasn’t what Sakura had imagined.
Put it back, she told herself. Put it back and pretend you never saw it.
Quickly, before she could change her mind, she dropped the toy back in its hiding spot—a terrible one, if she did say so herself—and scuttled out of the room. It was getting late, anyway, she thought. She ought to just shower and go to sleep. She was due at the hospital early tomorrow, anyway.
In the shower, she wondered if the wand was waterproof. When that heat pooled in her stomach and she reached down to indulge it, all she could think about was that her hands really weren’t doing the trick, and she needed something more. Something to shake her to her core. Something to make her scream the way Ino did.
Rattled with her train of thought, she stepped out of the shower and into her own fluffy robe before heading to her room. Should she wear ear plugs to bed? Should she take an ambient? She happened to know Ino still had some stashed around somewhere.
The longer she lied on her back, the harder it became to stop thinking about that wand, and the noises it had brought to Ino’s lips. She couldn’t seriously be considering this. Surely, after everything, she could draw the line here.
Nope, apparently not.
She wasn’t even sure who she was anymore, she thought vaguely as she tiptoed back to Ino’s room, as if her roommate could see her and might storm in and find out what a perv Sakura apparently was. Unsurprisingly, Ino did no such thing, and not a minute later, Sakura was back in her bedroom and plugging the wand into the outlet between her bed and the wall.
She could feel that she was already wet, and in a last ditch effort to save herself what would undoubtedly bring her nothing but shame, she stared at that wand in her hands and tried desperately to talk herself out of it.
This was Ino’s. It wasn’t the sort of thing roommates, or even friends shared. It had touched her. It had touched her pussy, and been covered in her juices, and it had made her cum, over and over again. She had cum on this wand. It probably still had traces of her on it.
Fuck. That had done it, alright.
“Oh—oh, fuck!” Sakura cried as she placed the cool silicon head against her pussy and turned it on. Her legs were spread wide as she lay on top of her comforter, the wand buzzing loudly in her hands, and she wondered how on earth she hadn’t heard it through the wall, because right now it was all she could hear. It was all she could hear, and feel, and if this was the lowest setting—vibrating so deliciously between her folds—she wasn’t sure she could handle anything more.
At that thought, she turned it up.
“Hnnn—fuuuuck…” she whined, rocking her hips into its throbbing pulse, feeling it brush and push gently against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her whole body, and fuck no wonder Ino had been so loud. Her chest was heaving with heavy breaths as she panted relentlessly, and her jaw was dropped wide around gasps and moans and sounds she’d never heard herself make before.
Her bed started creaking under the force of her hips rocking into the thrum of that wand, but the creaking was the least of her worries. She couldn’t have toned down her moans if she’d had a gun to her head. She wasn’t sure there was anything in the world that could stop her now.
She clicked it up to the third setting and arched so hard off her bed, she thought she nearly dislocated her spine. Her cries were embarrassingly needy, loud and desperate, and gods, she couldn’t have cared less, because she was going to cum. Her legs were quivering intensely, and the pressure in her core had built beyond her wildest dreams, and she knew once she peaked, it would be one unlike any she’d had before.
“I’m gonna cum,” she whined to herself. “Oh, gods, I’m gonna cum, I’m-gonna-cum-I’m-gonna-cum,” she cried, her voice pitched up and her body tensing hard as her pussy clenched and convulsed, and that wand continued vibrating through her, pushing her orgasm on, one wave after another.
And then her door opened.
“This is not quite what I meant when I said you should do something about it,” Ino said, standing in her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, and eyes fixed unblinkingly on Sakura’s spread legs, where her wand was currently buzzing relentlessly. Sakura was twitching under its vibration, but she was too stunned and horrified to move.
“I-I—”
“Well?” Ino said, staring her down and making her feel two inches tall. “Don’t stop on my account.” Sakura dropped the wand in surprise.
“…What?” Sakura asked, staring back at Ino in shock, the wand buzzing loudly against her mattress, forgotten. Ino stepped into her room slowly, approaching her on the bed. Sakura watched in confusion as she leaned over, her hand reaching between Sakura’s thighs to wrap around the wand.
“Keep going until you’ve had your fill,” Ino said before reaching that wand out to touch it against Sakura’s exposed slit. Sakura’s head fell back and she groaned loudly as the vibrations took over her again. “Naughty, little Sakura,” Ino teased, crawling up onto the bed and leaning over her to watch as Sakura’s body was wrought with tremors from her toy. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to take what doesn’t belong to you?”
Sakura’s only response was a long, shaky whine. It seemed to be answer enough to please Ino. She ticked the settings up to a four, and Sakura damn near screamed, her legs twitching uncontrollably and her hand reaching around to wrap around Ino’s wrist, holding her tight but not sure if she needed to push her away or pull her in closer.
“I-I-Ino,” Sakura wailed brokenly between all her gasps and grunts.
“Are you going to cum again, Sakura?” Ino asked with a bright smile. “You might as well, you know. You went through the trouble of rifling through my drawers for this.” Sakura sobbed as the waves of pleasure rolled through her again, begging Ino. For what exactly, she wasn’t sure, but she was begging and pleading with every gasp of breath.
Ino leaned over her, smirking and moving the wand in slow circles as it pulsed violently against Sakura’s core. She brushed her lips along Sakura’s, parted around wanton moans, and ran her tongue along her bottom lip.
“Mm,” Sakura whined into her mouth, “I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered. She felt Ino’s smirk widen against her mouth, and then before she could even blink, Ino’s lips were gone and so was that vibrating sensation that had been steadily pushing her toward white-hot pleasure. She cried at the loss. “Ino! What the hell?!” Sakura howled. Ino was already standing by her open bedroom door.
“My toy, my orgasm.” And then she was gone, closing the door hard behind her and making it clear Sakura would get nothing else from her tonight, aside from an earful of moans from the next room.
Sakura groaned lowly into her pillow as she realized Ino hadn’t cleaned it of her slick before using it herself.
Sakura really shouldn’t have been surprised the next night when, lo and behold, a loud buzzing sound stirred her from her rest. Ino was doing it on purpose now, of that she was certain. Sakura was determined to ignore her, moaning and panting be damned. Even as the heat pooled between her thighs, and fire erupted under her skin with want, she stayed steadfast.
And then, because Ino was an evil genius if there ever was one, all that resolve had flown straight out of her ass with two words.
“Yes, Sakura!”
Fuck.
Don’t give in, she told herself. Do not get out of this bed, and walk to her door. Do not fall for her trap. But she was already tossing her blankets back, and her feet were already on the floor, and before she knew it, she was standing at the foot of Ino’s bed. Ino didn’t look surprised at all to see her there, but Sakura found herself surprised by what she walked into.
Absolutely nothing. The wand sat harmlessly beside Ino on the bed, while Ino was waiting patiently, legs crossed as she apparently awaited Sakura’s arrival.
“What the hell, Ino?” Sakura demanded. “Is this a game? Some of us have to work during the day.”
“Oh, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Ino said with a wave of her hand. “I didn’t think you’d take too kindly to a formal invitation, but you seem to have no trouble accepting the informal ones,” she said with a wicked gleam in her eye and a mischievous smile that made Sakura’s throat constrict.
“An invitation,” Sakura repeated blankly. Ino just smiled wider and patted the bed beside her. Sakura’s body moved without her permission, crawling from the foot of the bed up to Ino’s side. Her hand rested beside the still-buzzing wand as she moved toward Ino and she felt her cheeks ignite as she looked down at it.
Ino didn’t wait for her to get shy, though. The moment Sakura was in reach, Ino’s hand reached for the back of her head and gently guided her to meet her in a kiss. Once their lips met, Ino wasted no time in guiding the rest of Sakura’s body to where she wanted her—straddling Ino’s lap. Sakura sighed softly against Ino’s vanilla-flavoured lips as her hands roamed Sakura’s back, from her waist, over the bare skin between her tiny pyjama top to her flannel shorts and finally coming to a rest on her ass.
Her sighs turned to whimpers as Ino’s lips left hers to run along her jaw and neck, dropping heated kisses in her wake, leaving her skin burning with each press of her parted lips. Sakura let her head fall back to give Ino more room to explore her neck, where she sucked and nibbled gently, making Sakura roll her hips ever so slightly against her. She felt Ino’s lips curl into a smirk against her skin.
“Eager, Forehead?” she teased. Sakura felt her already warm face grow impossibly warmer.
“Don’t call me Forehead when you’re trying to slip your fingers under my shorts,” Sakura chastised lightly, gasping when Ino made good on her efforts and slipped a slender finger under the hem of her shorts and along her seam over her panties. All her complaints died in favour of a satisfied hum as Ino ran that finger back and forth over her, slow and hard.
“What was that, Forehead?” Ino taunted. Sakura moaned softly in reply, wrapping her arms around Ino’s shoulders and pushing her ass out and back against the hand that kept a grip on her, while the other continued to rub her through the cotton of her underwear. Then, Ino’s fingers were slipping beneath that cotton barrier and Sakura was throwing her head back again as her back arched.
Ino took that opportunity to slide the hand on Sakura’s ass to her waist, up her shirt until she was lightly pinching one of Sakura’s nipples and making her gasp in pleasure. Pleased with her results, Ino ducked her head to latch her teeth onto Sakura’s other nipple, lightly biting down on her through her thin shirt.
“Mm, Ino,” Sakura whined quietly, rocking her hips against Ino’s fingers, feeling herself soak through her shorts and onto Ino’s legs beneath her. Ino pulled her mouth away from Sakura’s breast to recapture her lips in a heated kiss before breaking away again to lift Sakura’s shirt over her head. Sakura was quick to follow her lead, tugging Ino’s baggy t-shirt up and off as well, leaving her in nothing but her pretty little thong.
Sakura thought the little daisies on her underwear that decorated her mound were adorable, but she didn’t get the chance to tell Ino that because Ino had flipped her onto her back, startling her and landing her right on top of that still-vibrating wand.
“Oh,” Sakura said softly in surprise, feeling the toy buzz incessantly on her back, a prominent reminder of what was to come. Ino didn’t grace her with a response. She was too busy tugging Sakura’s shorts and panties off in one go, leaving Sakura very naked while Ino was not. Sakura pouted up at her. Ino giggled lightly, pressing a small kiss to Sakura’s pout before bringing her hands to her underwear and letting Sakura guide them down over her hips.
Sakura had always considered Ino to be very beautiful; the epitome of femininity. All soft, elegant curves, her body swelling and dipping with a grace Sakura felt she lacked herself. Feeling those smooth curves beneath her hands was very different to looking at them in envy. Right now, she didn’t feel envy, but reverence. She didn’t think twice before bringing her hands to Ino’s breasts.
They felt large in her hands, soft and perky, her skin smooth and warm, and when Sakura suckled gently at her nipple, her moan was sweeter than any she’d heard through their shared wall. When Sakura trailed a hand down to Ino’s hip and then down to tuck it between her thighs, Ino’s hands pushed insistently on her shoulders, knocking her back flat against the mattress with a huff.
“Don’t you want…?” Sakura began, unsure of herself. Ino smiled softly down at her, kissing her lips sweetly and silencing her. Any other questions Sakura had were swept away as Ino yanked the vibrating wand out from under Sakura’s back and coaxed her thighs to part further for her. Ino nestled her hips snug between Sakura’s legs, pressing tender kisses to her lips, and chin, and whatever other bit of skin she could reach.
Then, that wand was on Sakura, electrifying every nerve in her body, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. Ino was kissing her hard and palming at her breast, smiling as Sakura moaned into her mouth.
“You’re so cute, Sakura,” Ino mumbled against her lips before nibbling at Sakura’s bottom lip. Sakura felt her face burn and forced herself to open her tightly closed eyes and meet Ino’s gaze. Ino ticked the level of the vibration higher, making Sakura arch hard off the bed and gasp. “Are you going to cum?”
“Yes,” she breathed, reaching up to try and drag Ino back down to her lips, but Ino remained a breath away, watching her intently.
“I want to watch you,” she said, that teasing little smile playing at her pretty pink lips. Sakura wanted to lick them.
“I—I want to see you, too,” Sakura said, her hips bucking hard against the wand and hands grabbing at Ino’s soft body. “Please, Ino,” she whispered, angling her lips up and returning her hands to Ino’s breasts to tweak at her pert nipples. Ino keened softly under her touch, finally relenting to return her lips to Sakura’s.
As she wanted, Sakura ran her tongue along Ino’s dewy lips, tasting her sweet lip balm.
“Come closer,” Sakura whispered against Ino’s lips. “We can share,” she suggested, reaching between her own legs to grip Ino’s thighs and force them apart. She pushed herself tightly against Ino, the backs of her thighs pressing tightly against Ino’s and the wand buzzing ardently between them. Sakura rocked up against it pointedly, forcing it to brush slightly against Ino’s core.
“Oh,” Ino gasped, circling her hips between Sakura’s legs. Sakura smiled up at Ino, tucking a lock of long hair behind her ear as their hips rolled together against the wand between them. “Do you want more, Sakura?” Ino asked, her voice lilting into a moan.
“Yes,” Sakura breathed, cupping her own breast with one hand and Ino’s with the other. Ino upped the intensity between them, bucking her hips hard against the wand, and hard against Sakura, forcing the wand harder between her folds and making her moan openly. “Yes—oh, yes, Ino,” Sakura whined, arching her back and meeting Ino’s thrusts with rocking hips.
“Do you like it when I fuck you, Sakura?” Ino asked, rocking so hard the bed was beginning to squeak, and Sakura thought that this was certainly much better than anything she had ever imagined. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about when you play with your pretty pussy?”
“Hnnn, Ino,” Sakura whined, turning her head away, feeling embarrassed by everything Ino was saying, but agreeing wholeheartedly. Ino moaned at the sound of Sakura crying her name, her hips moving more vigorously as Sakura moaned for her. “More, please, Ino, give me more,” Sakura begged, rocking up against her hard.
Ino leaned down to kiss her hard; the wand nestled snugly between their bodies, sending shivers down Sakura’s spine. She felt Ino’s hand snake between their bodies so tightly pressed together and then suddenly the vibration at her core was overwhelming and Sakura was keening endlessly into Ino’s mouth, her hands gripping whatever parts of Ino she could reach.
Their hips rocked together desperately as Sakura reached her peak. “Ah—I-I’m gonna cum, Ino,” Sakura moaned. Ino was moaning lowly into her ear, her voice throaty and sending tremors through Sakura’s body. Just as she was falling off the edge and into that pool of pleasure, Ino ticked the wand into a higher frequency and Sakura’s legs shook violently with the force of her orgasm.
“Yes, yes, fuck!” Ino cried in tandem with Sakura’s mindless sobs and moans.
“Ino, gods, I’m gonna cum again,” Sakura whined, her voice as shaky as her legs as she trembled beneath Ino.
“Oh, yes,” Ino keened. “Cum with me, Sakura,” she said as she thrust their hips hard together. Ino’s moan was broken and gravelly as she came, where Sakura’s was high and breathy, their voices crying out for each other into the night. Ino quickly cast aside the wand as they twitched together, quickly reaching the point of oversensitivity with the aggressive pulsing of the toy.
Ino slumped onto Sakura, entirely sated and more than a little exhausted, but found the energy still to press lazy kisses to Sakura’s chest.
“Remind me to steal from you more often,” Sakura mumbled sleepily.
“if you think this means you can take whatever you want out of my closet, then think again,” she chided.
“I got it, Pig,” Sakura grumbled. “Sex toys only,” she added with a smirk.
“Next time I won’t be so nice,” Ino warned.
“Next time, huh?” Sakura teased.