Chapter 6: Ashwood Chapter 5 – Stripping Sarada Uchiha

'Mm, why am I doing this? Mama is going to be so angry…this is my enemy…but…I can't…it was only a kiss…yet I can't stop there now…I want more…so much more,' the young girl with black hair, black eyes, wearing red glasses started at the drooling cock in front of her. She licked her lower lip, staring at the thing she held with her palms, barely keeping the heavy thing in place.

She pulled one hand away to tuck her hair as she leaned forward. Her tongue dragged against the shaft, going to the head, and the burning desire inside of her finally helped her get some peace. She moaned, her lust and greed were running rampant and so was her desire to devour it.

Her needy cunt was already throbbing, yearning for the cock in front of her eyes. A drop of her saliva dropped from her lips, dripping on the cock. Her needing tongue wanted it, about to touch it, but he pushed her back, not letting it have it.

Her pussy clenched, and her desperate eyes looked up into the evil-looking eyes of the man she was supposed to kill. Though the mole under his right eye made them look charming, and not as harsh as they would have come otherwise.

He said nothing, and she kept watching him, waiting for her order. Every second that she waited was like an eternity for her. She tried again to lick it, but he gripped her hair, pulling her head up.

This time, she was sure, and came a little. She parted her lips, desperately gazing at him. Her lips trembled, "I…want to feel you…inside of me…I can't wait…."

"Go on," Ashwood let go of her hair and she held the cock. She didn't wait for a single moment and took the head in her mouth.

She looked up, with her mouth filled with cock, her tongue circling against the rim, her throat loosening as she bobbed her head further. She pulled her head back and bobbed her head again, taking another inch inside of her mouth, looking up at the man with adoration as she sucked on his cock like a lollypop. She popped it out of her mouth, lapping her tongue on the tip, rim, veins.

As a reward, he stroked her head, putting his fingers in her hair. His fingers dragged across her scalp, which sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled her head back, and he tugged it in, without giving her the time to catch her breath. She welled up with tears, her throat burned and saliva dripped down her mouth and not caring of her ability to do it, he slammed his hips in upward motion.

She went numb, her hands fell to the side of her waist, and her pussy clenched, spasming, squirting. She wet the floor, watching his cock leave her mouth, drag against her lips, and when it was finally all gone, he raised it, putting it over her face. She kept climaxing, twitching, looking up at the cock, dazedly watching it, until she was ready.

She parted her lips, licking it again, stroking it with her lips, without using her hands, since she couldn't use them. She rubbed it with her cheeks, sucking on the balls, fingering herself. She took a long, deep breath before she sat up. She placed her hands on the armchair, pushing him away from the table.

She turned away from him, before she sat on his thighs with her thighs, squeezing down on the hard cock.

"Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?" Ashwood raised his palm, placing his finger on her little lips, pushing it in her mouth, playing with her tongue.

Sarada leaned back in his grasp, moaning, gripping his muscular thighs, resting her head against his chest. She rolled her hips, grinding against his cock, crying in pleasure as he took out his finger from her mouth. She gazed at the string of saliva connecting her lips and his fingers.

"Sorry…sorry," Sarada muttered. She wasn't even sure whom she was apologising to. Him or the others. She only knew that the feeling of just a few inches of him slipping inside her was heavenly. She angled her hips forward, pushing her body lower, as his cock spread her tight, velvety walls. She let out a moan when he placed his palm on her thighs, pushing her down.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Sarada screamed, the words grated her throat. She was working slowly, but he forced his way inside, burying his cock inside the molten heal. She arched her back, pushing her legs back in the chair legs, curling her toes when he flicked her clit, sending another shock through her body.

She reached her breaking point, climaxing, shaking while he held her head and body being held straight. The shock finally passed, and she fell back, panting, trembling from weakness.

"Why…are you…doing this?" Sarada leaned over his body, gasping, "why?"

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"Are you not enjoying it?"

Sarada bit her lip when he whispered to her, "turn and face me."

She moaned in agreement, but she wasn't able to move. She raised her body, feeling his cock drag against her tight walls that wrapped around it. He pushed her forward, and she finally managed to have the length out of her snatch. She held the table, gasping before she turned around, looking at him with shivering legs.

She climbed on the chair, resting her hands on his shoulders, "Sir…."

"Mm," Ashwood wiped the tear marks from her face, "Sir is too informal. Almost as if you don't know what to call me."

'I wonder what makes her tick,' He placed his palm on her hip, lowering her body while holding his tool in the right place. His cock pushed her lips apart, watching the reaction on her face, "call me Master."

"Master~!" Sarada was all too happy to call him that, enjoying the enormous thing push through when he pushed her up, pulling out his thing. She gasped in surprise, "Why?"

"I didn't like it…hm, hm," He smiled, patting her cheek, pushing inside of her, "now call my daddy, papa, anything you want."

"No!" Sarada fiercely protested, her pussy clutching around his cock, and she bent forward, lurching.

A wicked smile appeared on his lips. He smacked her ass, which caused her to squeal. She started shaking her hips, grinding against him, taking a little more of his cock in her tight, tiny cunt, which was filled before he was halfway in. She jerked her head back, raising her voice to high-pitched squealing moans.

It didn't take long for him to push her to the edge using nothing but his cock, which was hitting the depths of her pussy, shaking her, tormenting her without pleasure, and she climaxed, hard. But that didn't stop him. He put her over the table and kept thrusting, despite her being overly sensitive.

"Stop~!! Stopppppppppp~!!!" She screamed, but he kept thrusting. Usually, she wouldn't feel anything. She shouldn't have felt anything, but she started crying out in pleasure. He sent her in overdrive, to the points she was babbling between her moans. She watched his towering body over hers, and she screamed, "Papa~! Papaa~!! Pappppppppaaaaaa~!!!"

Sarada screamed quivering, quaking, feeling another orgasm hit her fast and hard. She shuddered, squirting her juices all over his abs, shaking, which continued for a while, especially when he started ejaculating, spraying his hot cum over her face and body.

She closed her eyes, sinking into a deep sleep, unable to stop herself, breathing evenly. Ashwood chuckled, stroking her head, looking towards 2B, who climbed on the bed. She didn't wait for him to say anything before she planted a kiss on his lips. She moved to his neck, wrapping her fingers around his shaft, stroking it, "Master."

Ashwood rested his head back, enjoying her kisses. He looked over to Sarada, whom he pulled over, pulling her unconscious self over his torso. He kissed the nape, watching her petite body spread over his torso, her little cunt digging against his cock. He sat up properly and placed his palm on 2B's head. He pushed her down until her lips touched his cock, watching her slowly start to bob her head. He groaned, holding Sarada's body, collecting electricity on his fingers, which he put on her chest and he pulled out palms, shocking her awake.

"Auhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Sarada gasped, her eyes shot open, and she bent forward. She breathed heavily, falling back into his arms. He held her jaw, pulling her back to keep her in place, pushing his finger inside her mouth, whispering to her.

"We aren't done yet. I want to see how long it takes before I break you," Ashwood created electricity on the top of his fingers.

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