Hinata couldn't help but laugh. "I bet I can guess the reason you're in such a hurry," she said, her voice light, her tone amused. She stood at the counter, draped in a frilly yellow apron.
Naruto smiled as he sipped at his coffee, steam slowly circling upward from the mug. "You have to admit," he said. "It's nice seeing her have so much enthusiasm to train with Sarada."
Young Uchiha Sarada was definitely a good egg; Hinata and Naruto knew that well enough. Not only was she Sasuke and Sakura's daughter, but she was a skilled and cunning kunoichi, an intelligent woman, and with her goal of becoming a benevolent Hokage, they both knew she was just what the future generation should be.
Himawari finished eating, having gone at record pace. She wiped the back of her mouth with her hand, having just finished the last of her milk.
"Sorry, Mom. Sorry, Dad," she said, standing up. "I promised her I would be there ten minutes from now and it's a fifteen minute run!"
Naruto laughed. "Get going, then!"
"Bye! I love you guys!"
"Bye, sweetie, have a great time!" Hinata said.
Himawari smiled, waved her goodbyes, and then darted out of the kitchen—she wrenched open the front door and ran out, not even taking the second to close it behind her. They watched her go, a bemused expression on both of their faces.
The young Uzumaki chuckled to herself as she leapt upwards and onto the rooftops, her destination set.
Don't worry, Mom, she thought, grinning fiendishly. I'm going to be having a good time, alright.
The bed springs squeaked and squealed beneath a flurry of harsh, almost vicious thrusts. Her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist—her fingers clawing long red lines down his back. In short: she was being engulfed by complete and utter ecstasy, and there was no doubt about that.
Black eyes as wide as saucers, Uchiha Sarada whimpered as he hit that sweet spot deep, deep inside of her.
"Papa," she moaned. "Right there, Papa; just like that.'
Squeezing her legs around his waist, she felt her breath leave her as he continued to hammer home in that specific way.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh God!"
Sasuke smirked; with one hand holding her slim waist, he wrapped the other around her pretty little neck. He jerked her head up, forcing her to make eye contact with him.
"Cum," he ordered.
Without hesitation, she did. Squeezing tightly around his shaft, her pussy convulsed, and her entire body seized up with powerful contractions, as if she were being electrocuted.
All the while he continued to thrust into her, smirk widening as he did, knowing that he had her in the palm of his hands.
When she at last came down from that glorious high, he allowed his thrusts to slow down, gradually, until eventually he stopped, with just the tip of his cock still inside of her wet little pussy.
He turned his head.
"It's about time," Sasuke said. "I was beginning to think you'd forgotten, Himawari."
Behind them, standing cordially in the doorway, Himawari smiled at him. Already she was stripped of her shirt and pants, leaving her in a pair of silky blue lingerie, the same colour as her eyes.
"You know that I could never forget the time and date of a dick appointment, Uncle Sasuke," Himawari said, beaming at him. "Are you finished with her?"
He looked back at Sarada, who seemed as if she were on the verge of unconsciousness, drooling slightly. Her pussy squeezed weakly around him, as if to remind him that she was still sentient, but she seemed incapable of words after her incredible orgasm.
Sasuke patted her gently on the cheek, before pulling out of her fully. He slid off of the bed, turning toward Himawari, his cock shining in the juices of his own daughter.
"For now I'm done with her," Sasuke said. "I'll be having my way with you in the master bedroom." Walking up to her and wrapping an arm around her slim frame, Sasuke couldn't help but smirk. "By the way, did you do what I asked?"
Himawari smiled, and shyly held up a pair of fuzzy hand-cuffs.
No less than five minutes later, she was buried facedown in the sheets, hands cuffed together, as Sasuke profusely railed her with every bit of strength he could muster.
"God damn," he grunted, giving her juicy ass a swat as he thrust into her. "This pussy gets tighter and tighter. I'm impressed."
Himawari grinned. "I'm glad-" She moaned, loud and clear, eyes closed as he wasn't stopping his thrusts for even a second, conversation or not. "I'm glad you like it, Uncle Sasuke."
"Oh, I love it."
Another smack, harder this time, and she squealed. Was it bad that she enjoyed the pain, just a tad too much to be healthy? Probably, but then again, getting dicked down by her father's best friend probably wasn't too healthy either.
"I'm going to cum. Inside of you," he said, matter of factly, leaving no room for argument.
Himawari bit her lip. "Make sure you're buried as deep in me as you can, then," she murmured.
"You knew I was going to do that anyways."
"I might as well remind you that I like it deep." Looking back at him, she winked. "And snap a picture of it, too—I need a few more reminders on my phone."
"Reminders?"
"Of who I belong to."
Sasuke sighed. "You really are a slut, aren't you?" he asked.
"You made me into this," Himawari said in a sing-song tone.
He rolled his eyes, bottomed out inside of her with a particularly vicious thrust, and proceeded to dump what could only be an absolutely enormous creampie into her tight little cunt.
By the time he was done and pulled out, she was dripping, nay, oozing his seed. Her tight and pretty little pink pussy had never stood a chance.
Sasuke got up, located her pants in the hall, and returned with her phone a moment later. She was still in the same position—slumped over on her stomach, her ass jutted up high in the air so that her creampied pussy was more than visible.
"Smile," Sasuke said, as he lined up the camera just right.