Boruto X Sakura Hentai: The Lonely Wife’s Desire
It was a quiet evening in Konoha, the village bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Boruto Uzumaki, the spirited son of Naruto Uzumaki, trudged along the path toward Sakura Haruno’s house. His mother, Hinata, had tasked him with delivering a bundle of medicinal herbs to Sakura, who had been alone for weeks. Sasuke Uchiha, Sakura’s husband, was off on yet another mission, leaving her as the quintessential lonely wife—a woman aching for companionship.
Boruto knocked on the door, shifting his weight nervously. After a moment, it creaked open, revealing Sakura in a pink nightgown that hugged her curves like a second skin. The sheer fabric left little to the imagination, her full tits straining against it, the outline of her nipples faintly visible. Boruto’s breath hitched.
“Oh, Boruto, what brings you here so late?” Sakura asked, her voice warm but tinged with a melancholy he couldn’t ignore.
“Mom asked me to drop off these herbs,” he replied, handing her the package, his eyes darting to her cleavage before he caught himself.
Sakura smiled, stepping aside. “Come in. It’s getting dark out there—why don’t you stay the night? It’s not safe to walk back alone.”
Boruto hesitated, but the idea of staying over with Sakura—especially in that sexy pink nightgown—was too tempting to resist. “Sure, Sakura-san. Thanks.”
Inside, the air was thick with an unspoken tension. Sakura poured herself a glass of wine, her movements slow and deliberate. “Want some?” she offered, but Boruto shook his head, too young to indulge. They settled on the couch, the dim light casting shadows over her figure. As they talked, Sakura’s guard slipped, her words growing heavy.
“Sasuke’s always gone,” she murmured, swirling the wine in her glass. “Sometimes I feel like he’s forgotten me. I’m just… so lonely.”
Boruto shifted closer, his heart pounding. “Sakura-san, you’re amazing. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”
Her green eyes met his, a flicker of gratitude sparking within them. “That’s sweet of you, Boruto.” She took another sip, then another, her cheeks flushing as the alcohol loosened her inhibitions. The pink nightgown slipped slightly, exposing more of her creamy tits, and Boruto couldn’t tear his gaze away.
She caught him staring and smirked, a seductive edge to her voice. “Do you like what you see, Boruto?”
He blushed, stammering, “I-I didn’t mean to—”
“It’s okay,” she whispered, leaning in until her lips brushed his ear. “I haven’t felt desired in so fucking long.” Naruto Hentai
Before he could process her words, Sakura’s mouth crashed into his, a hungry kiss that set his blood on fire. He kissed her back, hands roaming over her body, feeling the heat of her skin through the flimsy nightgown. She pulled him toward the bedroom, her intentions clear.
Sakura shoved Boruto onto the bed, straddling him as the nightgown rode up her thighs, revealing her bare pussy underneath. “I want you, Boruto,” she growled, her voice dripping with need.
His dick was already rock-hard, straining against his pants. Sakura yanked his shirt open, kissing down his chest while her fingers worked his zipper. She freed his throbbing cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke. “Fuck, you’re so big,” she purred.
Boruto groaned as she climbed higher, shoving her tits in his face. “Suck on them,” she commanded, and he obeyed eagerly, latching onto her nipple. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak, sucking hard as she moaned above him, her pussy dripping wet against his thigh.
“Goddamn, Boruto, that’s it,” she gasped, grinding against him. She reached down, guiding his dick to her entrance. “Fuck me. Now.”
He thrust up, burying his cock deep in her tight, soaking pussy. They both moaned at the sensation, her walls clenching around him like a vice. Sakura rode him hard, her tits bouncing with every movement, the pink nightgown now bunched around her waist.
“Harder, fuck me harder!” she demanded, her nails digging into his shoulders. Boruto gripped her hips, slamming into her with all he had, their bodies slapping together in a frantic rhythm.
She flipped onto her hands and knees, ass in the air, and he didn’t hesitate. He plunged into her from behind, pounding her pussy as her tits swayed beneath her. “Yes, yes, fuck!” Sakura chanted, her voice raw with pleasure.
Boruto reached around, rubbing her swollen clit until she shattered, screaming his name as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy pulsed around his dick, pushing him over the edge. He pulled out, shooting his hot cum across her back in thick ropes.
They collapsed together, breathless and sweaty, the air heavy with the scent of sex. Sakura turned to him, her expression soft yet serious. “This stays between us, Boruto. Our little secret.”
He nodded, still dazed. “I get it, Sakura-san.”
For now, they lay tangled in each other’s arms, the lonely wife and the young ninja fulfilling a forbidden desire straight out of a Boruto Hentai fantasy. And as the night deepened, they both knew this wouldn’t be the last time.
