The thrusts worked well enough for Sakura. True, she almost felt as though she hurt herself, or possibly Ino, with nearly every thrust. But it still slid within her. The cock still moved her nether lips, giving her the friction her body craved. Enough that she felt like shuddering then and there, cumming on the cock embedded within her. Her nerves felt deliciously alight with desire.
Ino's smirk caught Sakura by surprise, and she opened her mouth to offer some witty retort. Instead, a moan left her lips, loan and throaty. Ino's hands squeezed Sakura's aching breasts. the fingers dug into the soft flesh, kneading them. Sakura could feel Ino's palms along the sensitive flesh of her nipple. The touch sent chills down Sakura's spine, making her shiver along the cock. Just what she wanted. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she could almost picture someone else doing that. Ino's words broke through her illusion, shattering it. Sakura glared down at the other girl.
"They're... they're not small,' she breathed in defense. Arousal strangled her voice, driving it up to a higher pitch than normal. Each breath looked labored, a force of will more than natural circumstance. Little pleased noises escaped parted lips. Each time Sakura tried to move against Ino, or the girl's hands touched the red-clad breasts, another little noise left the pink haired girl. She became a veritable instrument of sexual noise.
An even sharper noise, nearly a squeal, tore from Sakura as Ino thrust back. She bucked against the blonde, sliding her body over the cock. Sakura became a sheath for Ino, her lips parting, liquid sliding down as she moved along the pulsing member. It sank its entire length within her. Sakura groaned, her head tilting back. Her body arched. Her inner walls flexed, grasping at the member inside, almost trying to pull it further in. The sudden thrusting had edged her even closer to the edge.
"Ino," hissed Sakura. She leaned over the other girl than. One hand went to other side, bracing. Her breasts, still held by Ino's hands, were now pointed down, gravity tugging them even against the tight red cloth binding them in place. Her hips still slid over the cock, the intensity increasing as the arousal peaked. Those green, glazed eyes stared into Ino, the lust quickly overtaking rational thought.