“As you wish, my lady.” Amaya bowed her head and watched Akihime take Yukimura down the hall, before moving to sit beside Sasuke with a soft sigh, reaching for the sake bottle. “You better not have drank it all already.”
Amaya hadn’t expected him to lean over her, leaning back more to try her best to keep the liquor from the Kitsune. “Wh-hey!” She fell backwards, Sasuke on top of her.
Amaya set the jug of alcohol on the deck behind her head, already on the ground anyway. “You’re only saying that because you’re drunk.” She said softly, but didn’t try to push him off.
She let out a weak moan against his lips, growing rather sensitive. She shifted her hips slowly, making soft noises as her kisses slowly grew needy, pressing her hand over his cock.
She stroked him slowly through the fabric of his pants, teasing the head with her fingertips as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, pulling him close with her other hand.
Amaya could hardly stand it anymore, pushing Sasuke off of her and onto his back, straddling his hips and pressing her dampness against his cock through their clothes. She grabbed his hand, pressing it over her breast as she rocked her hips steadily, watching Sasuke with lustful eyes.
She delighted in the feeling of him squeezing her roughly, the feeling of his fingers brushing over her made her skin prick and her nipple to grow stiff. "She's busy… And I have grown fond of you.." She panted, the friction against her making her ache for release.
This earned him a few breathy moans from Amaya, resting her hands over his as he touched her, closing her eyes as she rode him. “If you’re good I’ll use my mouth next time..~”