Kurenai Sarutobi moaned lewdly, gasping and groaning, grinding herself lustfully against the form of her lover. She and Asuka were naked, lying on the grass and bathing in the sunlight as they made sweet, yuri love. Their forms were tangled, limbs intertwined, tongues dancing sensually in the fiery depths of their kiss. The mistress of illusions, likely the world's greatest and finest expert in genjutsu outside of the Uchiha clan's most elite members, was voluptuous and pale, her skin contrasting sublimely with the dusky, sun-kissed curves of her lover and wife. An ample, soft and pliable bosom pressed heavily down on Asuka's smaller, perkier chest, Kurenai hungrily pinning the mother of her child to the ground. Their young daughter was elsewhere, being watched over by Asuka's former students while the two young parents had a bit of fun away from home. Kurenai and her lover were lying in an open field, sharing a beautiful and passionate intercourse with any who cared to look. Tanned hands gripped and gently squeezed supple, soft and creamy thighs, slowly and deliberately stroking up and down, fingers tracing small and meandering spirals across the blushing, goose-pimpled flesh of Kurenai's legs. Blades of grass tickled Asuka's spine, the jounin arching her back and contentedly moaning as her scarlet-eyed lover playfully nibbled her lower lip. Kurenai fondled her wife, grasping and squeezing Asuka's breasts. The warm, quivering mounds were faintly slick with a sheen of sweat, a salty tang flavoring Asuka's skin. She licked her lover's neck, tracing a path down to her collarbones, teasingly kissing her way across the Sarutobi's breasts. Asuka buried her hands in the soft and generous tissue of Kurenai's behind, kneading and groping her wife's ass. She pulled the genjutsu mistress down more tightly on top of her, lying on her back beneath the other woman. She was panting, breasts heaving with every breath, blushing and squirming as Kurenai played with her nipples.
Sharp teeth lightly pricked and scraped stiff, sensitive flesh. A modest bosom, a toned body, roiled and writhed beneath the lustfully sad*stic ministrations of Kurenai Sarutobi. Asuka could not help the moan which tore from her lips, nor the shudder, and the eruption of sweet, tangy, hot and juicy nectar from between her legs, dousing the grass.
A womanly perfume of love and desire wafted from betwixt these two beautiful, masterful kunoichi.
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Not too far from the above lovebirds, Asuka's niece Konohana and her teammates were watching intently from the bushes on the edge of the clearing as her aunt and Kurenai made love.
"Whoa, Asuka-baachan has awesome taste," the young and perverted Konohana chirped, ogling the mature couple through a collapsible spyglass not unlike the sort used by Miraiya. "Just look at that rack!"
The slender, athletic Konohana giggled pervertedly and wiggled slim, toned hips. She was wearing the hip new fashion among Konoha youth, tight black pants and a shirt with holes cut out of the seat, crotch, and chest.
In other words, Sasame-style, for the unintiated or forgetful.
Moegi, with modestly round and perky B-cups, watched the swaying of her friend and crush's tight, firm ass. Konohana's buttocks were small and round, toned and pert from intense ninja training.
The ginger lass, once self-proclaimed as the sexiest kunoichi in preschool!, was dressed in the same fashion as Konohana. Her boobs were the biggest of the trio, at least so far, and she also prided herself on a soft, bouncy, spankable butt that Ruka-sensei had been all too happy to "punish" (to Moegi's eternal glee) time and again over even the slightest of infractions.
"Can I see, Kono-chan?" she asked cutely, batting her eyelashes and clasping her hands, squeezing youthful genin tit* suggestively between her arms.
Ukyo blushed, a bit of blood trickling from the bespectacled brunette's nostrils. She eyed Moegi's form with an undisguised, innocent-ish desire, blushing and tracing her eyes over soft breasts, a heart-shaped bum, and an invitingly moist puss*.
The bookish kunochi sighed wistfully, a hand wandering down to her own bare blossom. She smiled and inched closer to Moegi, basking in the faint warmth and sweet scent of her crush's near proximity.
"I have a spyglass you can use, Moegi-chan❤" Ukyo said warmly, blushing and shyly glancing away from the object of her youthful affections.
Moegi pouted, having gotten no reaction from the thoroughly enraptured Konohana.
"Fine," she said, crossing her arms a hint petulantly. "It's not like I especially wanted to use Kono-chan's anyway."
Sticking a tongue out at Konohana in a quaintly mild fit of tsuntsun, Moegi turned and held her hand out to Ukyo. The blushing, quiet four-eyes promptly produced a portable peeping apparatus perfect for Moegi's purposes. Moegi accepted it, and promptly joined Konohana in spying on Asuka and Kurenai.
"Wh-Whoa...!" she murmured, a touch awed by what she saw. "I didn't know you could use kawarimi like that."
"You shoulda seen what Asuka-baachan did a little earlier with her burning ash," Konohana replied, lost in reverie. "I have GOT to try that some time."
Moegi blushed beet red.
"W-W-Well," she squeaked. "I would certainly be happy to help you in whatever way you need, Konohana-chan❤"
Ukyo smiled at the deredere side of Moegi. Her eyes then wandered down to the cute ginger's derriere, and she licked her lips. A bit more blood dripped from her nose.
