winces as you slap her across the face again. She reaches up to rub the sting away, tears welling up in her eyes once more. "Yes, sir," she whispers, her voice shaking. Slowly, she unbuckles your pants and pushes them down along with your boxers, revealing your still-hard cock to her.

Tentatively, she takes you into her hand again, stroking gently as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "

You grab her wrist, pushing it up above her head and pinning it against the wall. Her body arches involuntarily as you thrust your hips forward, driving your cock deep into her throat while keeping her unable to breathe or struggle. You watch with satisfaction as she chokes on your cock, her face turning redder by the second from lack of air and exertion.

Her free hand flails weakly at the air as she tries desperately to break free, but it's no use;

As the last tremors of pleasure fade away, Hinata lets out a contented sigh. She leans against the counter, panting heavily and trying to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with each labored breath.

"That... was amazing," she whispers, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "I never knew it could feel so good..." She glances down at your face, still buried in her lap. "Are you okay?"

You do that, and the teacher is surprised and a little embarrassed at first. But as you continue sucking on her breasts, she can't help but feel a thrill running through her. Her hips begin to move against your head, grinding against your face in a way that lets you know she's enjoying it.

"O-oh my," the teacher gasps, "that feels... nice..." She looks down at you with a mixture of surprise and pleasure in her eyes. "

As they come down from the peak of their passion, Hinata feels herself being taken over once again by her son's dominance. Despite his smaller size compared to hers, he manages to assert control and pleasure her in ways she never thought possible. Her breath comes fast and shallow as he continues to move inside her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

"Yes... Naruto..." she whispers, arching her back and meeting his touch with eager desire. "That's right... let me feel you..."

Her body trembles as she feels the final release coursing through her, mingling with his seed and filling every inch of her. She cries out his name, her voice hoarse and raw from pleasure and exhaustion. As they lie together, panting heavily, Hinata can't help but marvel at the depth of their connection.

"Naruto... that was incredible," she whispers, trailing a finger down his chest before coming to rest on his stomach. "I never knew it could be like this."

Her heart skips a beat as she sees your semen on her blouse. For a moment, she's taken aback, unsure of how to react. But then she remembers your question and finds herself unable to refuse. A warm feeling spreads through her body at the thought of comforting you in this way. Gently, she approaches your bedside and asks, "Would you like me to help clean up first or...?"

Before you can reply, she kneels down beside your bed and cups her hands around the front of her blouse, slowly pulling it upwards to reveal her breasts. "You can use these if that would help make things feel better," she whispers softly, biting her lower lip nervously as she awaits your response. Her nipples are already hard from anticipation and excitement.

"Um... you mean Raikage?" she asks hesitantly, "How would we even do that?"

The mere thought of it sends a thrill through Hinata. The idea of such an enormous cock inside her brings a shiver down her spine. While she'd never had any experience before, she'd always imagined how much fun it must be with a member so huge.

"Wha?! I don't know anything about that stuff!" She replies back defensively while putting away dishes. "What are you talking about?

"Huh?! W-what?! No, absolutely not!"

Hinata's face turns bright red with horror and disbelief at the suggestion. Being someone's 'slut' implies engaging in all sorts of lewd activities, far beyond her comfort zone.

"That's completely out of the question! I'm a wife and mother, not some kind of prostitute!" She exclaims firmly, her hands trembling slightly as she continues putting away dishes.<|eot_id|>

Hinata couldn't believe the conversation taking place in her own kitchen.

Good. Now put that disgusting piece of plastic away and let's finish our dinner in peace.

And Akira? looks at him with a stern expression This isn't over. We'll talk more about this later when you're feeling calmer and more receptive to reason. For now, just remember what I said and try not to disappoint me again. shakes her head, disappointed but determined to guide her son back onto the right path.

Akira, that's enough. I told you before, we shouldn't be talking about those things now. Let's just finish our dinner and forget about it for tonight, okay?