Naruto: Starting By Saving Mikoto

Hiro stood up to his full height and hugged the naked women. His hard cock pressed against her stomach. 

He picked up the girl in his arms. 

His cock pressed against her wet pussy, causing her to moan softly. Hiro could not wait any longer, carefully laying her down, he leaned on top, and began to kiss her tender body, traveling with his lips from her soft breasts to her plump, cherry lips. 

Hiro ran his hand over her wet pussy and made sure she was more than ready. Literally in one movement, pulling off his pants, he found himself completely naked, and his large penis hung over the crotch of the fragile women. 

Mikoto's eyes instantly focused on this large monster. She was full of conflicting feelings, on the one hand she was afraid that this big dick would tear her from the inside, and on the other hand she just wanted to run away. 

Hiro spread the Mikoto's legs apart and carefully positioned the head of his penis at the entrance to her small pink pussy. Looking into her eyes

"Hiro, do it slowly... I don't think I can control my voice..."

But He ignored her words. "Okay, wifey?"

He gently pushed.

The large purple head of his penis parted the wet labia and entered with difficulty, but as soon as the head of his penis was inside her burning pussy. 

So he stroked Mikoto's silky thighs with both hands and then sharply thrust his hips forward, breaking through mikoto's pussy. 

"Aaaaay! God!"Mikoto moaned loudly but then realised and sealed her own mouth using her own hand.

he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, leaning towards her for a kiss.

Hiro kissed Mikoto for about a minute, letting her get used to his cock. 

His strong hands wandered over her body, stroking her smooth hips, flat tummy, grabbing her firm perfectly shaped tits. 

Hiro broke the passionate kiss and pulled away. His cock was about halfway inside her tight pussy and Hiro wanted to finish what he started. 

He himself was already wildly excited, having difficulty restraining himself from starting to roughly fuck such a tender and beautiful body. 

He grabbed her waist with both hands and began to slowly move his hips, carefully penetrating even deeper. 

Hiro gradually accelerated his movements, and after a few minutes he picked up a steady pace, enjoying the girth of the tight pussy. 

Mikoto didn't want to react, but the feeling was so overwhelming that she started moaning without even realizing it. 

A few minutes later as he was fucking her without holding back. The slaps of cutting flesh, and the loud moans of two, echoed from the walls.

Mikoto had already forgotten about controlling her moans.

Hiro was at his limit but continued without slowing down.

A flame of pleasure began to flare up in the lower abdomen of the passionately moaning girl. She did not understand what was happening.

After half a minute, Mikoto's eyes opened wide, her back arched, and a moan of unprecedented volume came from her mouth: "Uuuunnngh! Aaaah!" The girl moaned, forgetting how to breathe. 

At that very moment, all restrictions fell from Hiro, and he erupted in a violent orgasm, driving his dick all the way into her pussy, flooding her womb with a copious amount of sperm. 

Mikoto, feeling thick sperm pouring onto the walls of her orgasmic pussy, twitched even harder, receiving a dozen micro-orgasms, prolonging one big one. 

"Uuuf, I love you, Mikoto..." Hiro muttered breathlessly and rolled off her, lying next to her. 

Mikoto lay there, her breath coming in slow, shuddering gasps. She turned her head to look at Hiro, her eyes still glazed with the aftereffects of their intense moment. A soft, contented smile played on her lips as she reached out to gently brush his hair from his forehead.

"I love you too, Hiro," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

Pakura, peeking from behind the door, was overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions. As Hiro and Mikoto shared their intimate moment, she felt a painful pang of jealousy and desire. Her breath quickened, and a flush of heat spread across her cheeks as she watched the raw intimacy between them.

The scene before her stirred a complex mix of emotions—longing, guilt, and a deep, unsettling arousal. The closeness and passion she observed only intensified her unspoken feelings for Hiro, making her own desires feel all the more poignant and unresolved.

Quietly, she stepped back from the door, her heart racing and her mind reeling. 

Don't know why is she even watching it.. The thought of being in Mikoto's place, of sharing such a profound connection with Hiro, overwhelmed her.

In a moment of frustration and confusion, she slapped herself, the sharp sting bringing her back to her senses.

"What am I doing?" Pakura muttered to herself, her voice filled with Confusion 

she returned back to her room but the scene she saw kept on playing in her head as her face turned red

Later in the day, when Mikoto and Pakura found themselves alone, Mikoto's gaze settled on her friend. They were in the quiet of Pakura's room, the setting sun casting a soft light through the window.

"Mikoto, is there something you need?" Pakura asked, trying to keep her tone casual but feeling the underlying tension.

Mikoto closed the door behind her and turned to face Pakura directly. "Yes, there is. I need to talk to you about something important."

Pakura's heart skipped a beat. She glanced nervously at Mikoto. "What's it about?"

Mikoto took a deep breath, her expression serious. "Pakura, I noticed something last night. You were... watching Hiro and me. Right?."

Pakura's face turned crimson as she stammered, "I—I don't know what you're talking about."

Mikoto's gaze was steady and intense. "Don't try to hide it, Pakura. I noticed you last night."

Pakura looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

Mikoto stepped closer, her expression serious. "When Hiro and I were... together, I saw a shadow at the door. It wasn't just a fleeting glimpse—I saw you watching us."

Pakura's face flushed even more, and she looked away, gripping the edge of a nearby chair. "That's not true. I was just passing by. It doesn't mean anything."

Mikoto's voice softened but remained firm. "Pakura, I care about you as a sister. You don't have to be embarrassed or hide it. 

"The way you looked, the way you reacted—it's clear you have feelings for Hiro. I'm not angry; I just want you to be honest with me."

Pakura swallowed hard, her defenses crumbling under Mikoto's earnest gaze. She finally met Mikoto's eyes, her voice trembling. "Okay, fine. I do have feelings for Hiro. I just didn't want to admit it because I didn't want to hurt you."

Mikoto's expression softened, a reassuring smile appearing. "Pakura, you don't have to worry about hurting me. Hiro and I are happy together, and I want to see you happy too. There's a way for us all to be together, and it could be good for all of us."

Pakura's eyes widened in surprise and confusion. "What do you mean?"

Mikoto's smile grew. "I want us to be a family. I'll convince Hiro, and I think it could work for us."

Pakura fell silent as she took in Mikoto's words. The idea of being with Hiro and forming a family with both Mikoto and Hiro was... overwhelming. But then she remembered how Hiro had saved her, and a feeling nagged at her that if she didn't agree now, the chance might never come again. She nodded slowly, hope and uncertainty mingling in her gaze.

"I... I agree," Pakura said softly.