Chapter 216: Dream re-re-Reunions
Part 1: Malik Visits Sakura in the Dream World Again
The soft hum of the dream world enveloped Malik as he entered a familiar space—Sakura Haruno's bedroom. It was almost identical to their last encounter, the soft glow of her bedside lamp casting warm light across the room. The faint scent of cherry blossoms lingered in the air, mingling with the aroma of parchment and ink from the stacks of medical books that surrounded her bed.
This time, however, Sakura wasn't studying. She sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing the same comfortable two-piece pajamas that accentuated her natural curves. Her pink hair, still tied back, framed her fair face, and her sharp green eyes were focused on a scroll stretched out before her. She was writing something with meticulous precision, the scratch of her pen the only sound in the room.
Malik leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her for a moment before speaking. "So, you're still using your dreams to work, huh? Don't you ever take a break?"
Sakura didn't glance up immediately, her pen continuing to glide over the scroll. But after a few seconds, she replied, "If I don't keep learning, who will? Besides, I thought you liked my focus."
Malik chuckled, stepping further into the room. "I do. But I like it even more when you focus on me." He grinned, sitting at the edge of her bed. "What's the project this time?"
Finally, Sakura set the pen down and leaned back slightly, stretching her arms above her head. The motion made her appear even more effortless, her slim frame and large butt emphasized by the way her pajama pants hugged her curves.
"I'm drafting notes for a new surgical technique," she said, meeting his gaze with a small, tired smile. "Tsunade's idea. But I'm still working out the details."
"You know, Sakura," Malik said, scooting closer, "I think you're the only person who could make surgical techniques look this good."
She rolled her eyes at him, though there was a faint blush on her cheeks. "Flattery won't make me stop working."
"Not trying to," Malik replied, his voice softer now. "I just like being around you while you do."
Sakura hesitated for a moment before shifting to make space for him on the bed. Malik took the hint, settling in beside her. She handed him the scroll without a word, her green eyes studying his reaction.
"What do you think?" she asked.
Malik pretended to read it, his brow furrowed in mock concentration. "Looks like a lot of big words and complicated diagrams. Definitely genius-level stuff."
Sakura laughed, the sound light and genuine. "You didn't read a single word."
"Nope," Malik admitted with a grin. "But I meant what I said. You're amazing, Sakura. You don't need me to understand this to know that."
For a moment, she just looked at him, her expression softening. Then, without a word, she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before returning to her work.
Malik sat beside her quietly after that, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere as she wrote. Every so often, she'd glance at him, her expression unreadable, but he could sense her contentment.
Malik leaned back against the headboard, his pink eyes studying Sakura as she resumed her writing. Her movements were precise and measured, her focus unbroken as the pen glided across the scroll. The faint scratch of ink on parchment filled the room, mingling with the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
From his vantage point, Malik couldn't help but admire her. The way her pink hair caught the light, the delicate curve of her jaw, the quiet determination etched into her expression—it all painted a picture of grace and focus that made his heart swell.
His gaze drifted lower, taking in the soft curve of her back as she leaned over the scroll. The loose fabric of her pajama top shifted with her movements, hinting at the gentle contours of her body beneath. But it was the way her pajama pants clung to her hips and thighs, emphasizing her round, firm backside, that truly caught his attention.
Damn, Malik thought, a small grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Tsunade trained her to be a medical genius, but she's built like a work of art.
He shifted slightly, making himself more comfortable as he continued to watch her. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't seem to notice—or maybe she didn't care. Either way, Malik found it endearing.
His eyes lingered on the gentle sway of her body as she adjusted her position, tucking one leg under herself while her other foot tapped absently against the bed. The way she moved was almost hypnotic, a mix of casual grace and quiet confidence that made it impossible for him to look away.
As much as Malik enjoyed the view, he knew better than to interrupt her. Sakura was in her element, and there was something incredibly attractive about her focus and dedication. So, he waited, his patience laced with anticipation.
Every so often, she'd pause to jot down a note in the margins or tap the pen against her lip in thought. Malik found himself drawn to those moments, the subtle expressions that played across her face—slight furrows of concentration, a soft sigh of satisfaction when she finished a particularly tricky line.
The room was quiet, save for the faint rustling of paper and the rhythmic scratch of her pen. Malik let his mind wander, imagining what it would be like to share more moments like this with her—not just in the dream world, but in reality.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sakura set her pen down with a soft sigh and leaned back against the pillows. She stretched her arms above her head, her shirt riding up slightly to reveal a sliver of her toned stomach.
Malik's grin widened as he caught the movement, but he quickly masked it with a casual expression when she turned her attention to him.
"You've been awfully quiet," she remarked, her green eyes studying him with mild curiosity.
"Just enjoying the view," he replied smoothly, his voice tinged with playful honesty.
Sakura arched an eyebrow, though there was a faint blush on her cheeks. "The view, huh? I thought you'd be bored out of your mind watching me work."
"Bored? Never," Malik said, leaning in slightly. "Besides, you make working look... surprisingly captivating."
She rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched into a small smile. "You're impossible, Malik."
"And yet, here I am," he teased, his tone light but laced with affection.
Sakura shook her head, her expression softening as she relaxed against the pillows. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the air between them charged with an unspoken connection. Malik reached out, brushing a strand of pink hair away from her face, his fingers lingering for just a moment.
"You're amazing, Sakura," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
She blinked, her cheeks flushing slightly before she looked away, clearly flustered but trying to hide it. "You're not so bad yourself, Malik," she muttered, her tone grudging but affectionate.
Taking her reaction as an invitation, Malik leaned in closer, his hand resting lightly on her hip. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "I've been very patient. Don't you think I deserve a little reward?"
Sakura turned back to him, her green eyes narrowing slightly. "A reward, huh? And what exactly did you have in mind?"
Malik grinned, his face just inches from hers now. "Something... risky," he said, his tone playful but edged with heat.
Before she could respond, he closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. For a moment, Sakura stiffened, clearly surprised by his boldness, but she quickly melted into the kiss, her hand coming up to rest on his chest.
When they finally broke apart, Sakura's cheeks were flushed, her breathing slightly uneven. She stared at him for a long moment before smirking faintly.
"You're lucky I like you," she said, her voice tinged with amusement.
Malik chuckled, his thumb brushing against her hip. "I'm counting on it."
As the dream world seemed to shimmer around them, Malik leaned back, content to let the moment linger. For now, he was exactly where he wanted to be—beside Sakura, sharing a connection that felt as real as anything in the waking world.
Malik's breath catches in his throat as he takes in the glorious sight of Sakura's ample figure. Her giant fat ass jiggles and sways with every movement she makes, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. The sheer size of her derriere commands attention, and Malik feels a surge of admiration and desire. He cannot help but be mesmerized by the way the light catches her curves, highlighting every delicious detail.
"Wow, Sakura," Malik stammers, his voice hoarse with arousal. "You're ass is always incredible."
Sakura smirks, clearly enjoying the attention. She twerks playfully, causing her ass to bounce in a way that leaves no doubt about her confidence. "Like what you see?" she teases, her voice dripping with sensuality.
Malik can't tear his eyes away but he does manage to pull out his fat black cock, "keep shaking that fat ass of yours, my love,". As Sakura continues to twerk, she feels the powerful presence of Malik's fat black cock between her legs. She shifts her stance slightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she reaches back pulling down her pj's and guides his shaft towards her wet pussy.
With a soft gasp, she feels Malik enter her, his thickness filling her completely. Her inner walls stretch around him, welcoming him inside with a heat that could melt steel.
"Oh, fuck, yes," Sakura moans, her body trembling with pleasure as Malik begins to move his hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Give it to me, Malik," she demands, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck me like only you can."
Malik complies, his thrusts becoming deeper and more powerful with every stroke. His hands grab onto her ample hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust.
The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Sakura's passionate moans. Her giant fat ass continues to shake and bounce with every powerful thrust from Malik. The heat and friction between them intensifies, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies.
Sakura's moans grow louder, her voice rising in pitch as she feels the intense pleasure building inside her. Her body shudders with each deep thrust, her giant ass jiggling wildly with every movement. The sight of her curves moving in such a sensual way only heightens Malik's arousal, making him fuck her even harder.
Malik's hands grip tighter onto Sakura's hips, pulling her back to meet each of his thrusts with a force that sends shockwaves through her body. The room echoes with the symphony of bodies colliding. Sakura's cries of pleasure meld with Malik's grunts of exertion as they become more and more entwined. His fat black cock plunges deeper and deeper with each thrust, stretching and filling Sakura completely.
Sweat glistens on their skin, their bodies glowing with the shared heat of their passion. Malik's chest presses into Sakura's back, his hands roving over every inch of her curves, savoring the feeling of her body against his.
Sakura's giant fat ass continues to shake, jiggling wildly with every powerful thrust of Malik's hips. The sensations are almost overwhelming for both of them, pushing them to the brink of ecstasy.
Their connection deepens, their moans growing in intensity and frequency. As Sakura's moans fill the room, Malik can feel her muscles clenching around his cock, pulling him in deeper. Her body quivers with each powerful thrust, the pleasure building to a peak.
Suddenly, she arches her back, letting out a guttural moan as an intense wave of pleasure courses through her. Her pussy contracts around Malik's cock, milking him for all he's worth. He feels himself on the edge, the pressure building with each thrust.
With one final, forceful motion, Malik releases, his hot semen spilling deep inside Sakura. Her entire body shudders as she experiences the fullness of his climax. When Malik is down filling her with his hot seed he pulled out to over her ass in his essence, the sight of his seed glistening on her ample cheeks is a powerful image. Malik's chest heaves as he catches his breath, still gripping her hips with a possessive intensity. Sakura's body relaxes, a serene smile spreading across her face as she feels the warmth of his seed within her.
Malik's orgasm continues to pulse through his body, each spurt of semen adding more to the slick gloss covering Sakura's generous ass. Her cheeks and thighs shimmer in the dim light, a testament to the intensity of their passion. Malik's hands explore the curves of her back and hips, savoring the feel of her soft, sweaty skin.
Malik's cock continues to pulse, releasing wave after wave of his hot seed onto Sakura's ample ass. Each spurt creates a new glossy layer, making her already impressive derriere even more alluring. The aroma of their lovemaking fills the room, a heady mix of sweat and passion.
Sakura lets out a contented sigh, her body still trembling from the intense pleasure. She reaches back, her fingers tracing the outline of Malik's still-hard member. "Mmm, that was amazing," she murmurs, her voice laced with satisfaction. "You always know how to make me feel so good."
Malik leans forward, his lips finding the curve of her neck. He places soft kisses along her skin, each one sending shivers down her spine. "You're incredible, Sakura, but flip over so I can cum on your pink hairy bush" he whispers, his voice filled with genuine admiration. Sakura's eyes widen with surprise and excitement at Malik's request. She shifts her position, her body moving with a grace that belies her size. Slowly, she turns over, revealing her glistening, pink hairy bush. The sight of her wet, inviting pussy is almost too much for Malik to resist.
He positions himself between her legs, his cock still hard and ready for more. With a gentle but firm grip, he guides himself back inside her, feeling the familiar warmth and tightness of her pussy. Sakura lets out a soft moan as he begins to move again, her body responding to his touch with an eagerness that matches his own.
Malik's thrusts become more deliberate, each one drawing a gasp of pleasure from Sakura. The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together, the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin punctuated by Sakura's soft moans. Malik's hands roam over her curves, feeling the slickness of her sweat and the heat of her body.
Sakura's pink hair spreads out like a halo around her head, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as Malik's cock continues to fill her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. The sensation of his seed still warm inside her adds to the intensity of the moment.
Malik's thrusts become more frenzied, driven by a primal need to claim her completely. He can feel her muscles clenching around him, her body responding to his every move. Her pink hair is matted with sweat, sticking to her forehead and neck. "I promise as your future husband, to satisfy you and cover you in my cum, which ever comes first, my sweet Sakura!" Malik's voice is filled with intensity, his promise hanging in the air. Sakura looks up at him with glazed eyes, her lips parted in a look of pure bliss. "Yes, Malik," she whispers back, her voice barely above a breath. "Make me yours."
Malik's body trembles with the sheer force of his desire, each thrust becoming more fervent. The rhythmic slapping of skin against skin fills the room, accompanied by the soft gasps and sighs of pleasure from Sakura. Her pink hair fans out around her face, creating a halo of passion and lust.
Malik reaches down, his fingers playing with the delicate folds of Sakura's pussy. Her sensitive skin quivers under his touch, and she lets out a soft moan as he manipulates her clit, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The sensation of his fingers working in tandem with his cock is overwhelming for Sakura. She arches her back, her body convulsing with an intense orgasm. Her moans are primal and unfiltered, filled with sheer ecstasy. As she cries out, Malik's climax is triggered, filling her with even more of his seed.
Malik's movements become erratic as his orgasm reaches its peak. He groans with each powerful release, experiencing a wave of intense pleasure that leaves him momentarily breathless. The sheer force of his climax causes his cock to jerk inside her, each pulse sending another surge of hot semen into her willing depths.
Sakura's body continues to tremble, her moans a symphony of satisfaction and fulfillment. The sight of Malik's ecstasy and the knowledge that he has claimed her so deeply is intoxicating to her. Malik's release slows down, and as Sakura collapses, his breathing ragged as he struggles to catch his breath. His body is slick with sweat, and a feeling of intense satisfaction settles over him.
Sakura rolls over, her body glistening in the soft light. Her eyes, half-closed with contentment, lock onto his. Malik's cock remains hard, twitching with the residual pleasure of his intense orgasm. He continues to thrust, each movement driving more of his seed deep into Sakura's welcoming warmth. Her body, still trembling from her own climax, responds to his persistent rhythm. Her moans turn into a soft, continuous hum of contentment as Malik's cock continues to fill her.
Their bodies move in perfect sync, the sounds of their lovemaking creating an intimate symphony in the dimly lit room. Malik's hands explore every inch of Sakura's soft, slick skin, tracing the curves of her hips and the contours of her breasts. His touch is gentle yet firm, a silent declaration of his love and desire for her.
Sakura's legs wrap around Malik's waist, pulling him deeper into her.
Malik's hips thrust with a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm as he continues to pump Sakura full of his cum. Her body, already slick with sweat, glistens even more as his seed mingles with her natural moisture. The sensation of him filling her so completely sends waves of pleasure through her, making her gasp and writhe beneath him.
Malik's hands roam over Sakura's body, feeling the warmth of her skin and the softness of her curves. He leans down, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss, their tongues dancing together in a frenzy of desire. The kiss is intense, filled with the shared heat of their bodies and the unspoken promise of their future together.
Sakura's legs tighten around Malik's waist, pulling him deeper into her. Her muscles clench around his cock, milking every last drop of his seed.
Malik groans deeply, feeling Sakura's tight embrace around his waist and her pussy's intense grip on his cock. Her kiss deepens with an unparalleled fervor, her tongue twisting and entwining with his, creating an intoxicating dance of passion. Malik can barely hold himself back as Sakura's grip becomes even tighter, the wet warmth of her body enveloping him fully.
His movements grow more frantic as Sakura's moans grow louder, a symphony of pleasure echoing around the room. The sheer intimacy of their lovemaking is almost too much for Malik to bear. He breaks their kiss just long enough to look deep into Sakura's eyes, the depths of her love and adoration shining brightly in her gaze. Malik gazes deep into Sakura's eyes, a mix of adoration and possessiveness making his heart race. He feels every beat of his heart within the confines of her passionate embrace. Her body, slick with sweat and his seed, quivers with the intensity of their mutual desire. Her grip remains tight, and he senses that she could hold him captive like this for hours, and he'd gladly surrender to her.
His breathing becomes heavier as the pleasure builds once more within him. He's barely holding back as her lips crash into his, tongues entangled in an endless dance. The moment stretches, an endless cycle of passion, love, and release. Malik's hips find a deeper rhythm, each thrust pushing into the core of her very being. The room is bathed in a soft golden glow as if the sun began to rise, casting a warm light over the lovers. Malik's thrusts become more deliberate, each one drawing a deep, satisfying moan from Sakura. Her body responds to him with a perfect harmony of pleasure and trust.
Sakura's eyes flutter open, filled with a serene contentment that mirrors the peace in her heart. She gazes up at Malik, her lips curving into a soft smile as she runs her fingers through his sweat-drenched hair. "Malik," she whispers, her voice tender and full of love.
Malik's heart swells with emotion as he looks down at her. The intimacy of the moment is almost overwhelming, but he cherishes every second.
Malik's climax reaches its peak, his cock pulsing with a final, powerful release. The heat of his seed mingles with the warmth of Sakura's body, filling her completely. Her muscles clench around him, milking every last drop as they share a silent, ecstatic moment. Their kiss remains intense, their tongues dancing together in a harmonious symphony of passion.
The room is filled with a profound silence, broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of the lovers. The golden light casts a serene glow around them, creating an ethereal atmosphere that enhances the intimacy of the moment. Malik's body shudders with the aftermath of his orgasm, but he remains deeply connected to Sakura, his heart pounding in sync with hers.
Sakura's fingers continue to run through Malik's hair, her touch gentle and soothing.
As Malik feels Sakura's body trembling beneath him, her own intense orgasm begins to unfold. Her muscles tighten around him, drawing him deeper with each powerful contraction. Her breathing becomes more erratic, and a soft, primal moan escapes her lips as she succumbs to the waves of pleasure cascading through her. Malik feels her every move, each spasm sending shivers down his spine and reinforcing their deep connection.
Their kiss deepens once more, the shared intimacy of their lovemaking heightening as Sakura's climax reaches its peak. Her moans grow louder, more intense, resonating with the fervor of her love. Malik holds her close, savoring every moment as he feels her heart pounding against his. Her eyes remain locked onto his, revealing a depth of emotion that words can't convey.
Malik's hands move with a deliberate, gentle touch, his fingers tracing the outline of Sakura's small, firm breasts. Her nipples, already hardened from their passionate encounter, respond to his touch, pebbling beneath his fingers. He caresses each breast in turn, savoring the softness of her skin and the responsiveness of her body.
Sakura's breath catches in her throat as Malik's hands explore her, the tender touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. Her eyes flutter closed, her body arching towards him in a silent invitation for more. Malik's fingers continue to tease her nipples, rolling them gently between his thumb and index finger, eliciting gasps of delight.
He leans down, his lips finding one of her nipples.
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Part 2: Malik Visits Tayuya in the Dream World Again
The dream world shifted as Malik left Sakura's presence, its edges rippling like water. Soon, he found himself in a different setting—a tranquil forest clearing under the pale light of a crescent moon. The meadow was familiar, with its wildflowers and towering trees, but tonight the atmosphere was heavier, the air thick with unspoken tension.
Malik spotted Tayuya sitting on a fallen log near the center of the clearing, her long red hair catching the moonlight like fire. She wore a simple white tank top and loose black pants, her bare feet resting in the soft grass. A flute rested in her lap, her fingers idly tracing its length.
As he approached, Malik began to hum a tune, his steps light and unhurried. Tayuya's sharp brown eyes darted up to meet his, narrowing slightly as a smirk tugged at her lips.
"Back again, huh?" she said, her voice carrying its usual edge. "What's the matter? Pinky kick you out of her dream?"
Malik grinned, unbothered by her tone. "Nah, Sakura's always happy to see me. But you know how it is—gotta spread the charm around."
Tayuya snorted, shaking her head. "You're full of it, you know that?"
"And yet, here I am," Malik replied, settling onto the log beside her. "So, what's on your mind, Tayuya? You look... contemplative."
She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the flute. "Just... thinking." Her gaze drifted to the stars overhead. "This place... it's too peaceful. Feels weird."
Malik tilted his head, studying her. "Weird good or weird bad?"
"Both," she admitted, her voice quieter now. "I'm not used to it. Being alone, sure. But peaceful? That's... new."
He nodded, letting her words hang in the air for a moment before speaking. "You deserve peace, you know. Even if it feels weird. Especially if it feels weird."
Tayuya glanced at him, her expression skeptical but softened by curiosity. "And what makes you so sure I deserve anything?"
"Because I know you," Malik said simply. "You're tough, sure. Sharp-tongued, definitely. But underneath all that? You care. Even if you don't want to admit it."
Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to argue, but she stayed silent. Instead, she lifted the flute to her lips and began to play. The melody was haunting and beautiful, the notes weaving through the night air like a spell.
Malik closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him. When the song ended, he opened them to find her watching him, her expression unreadable.
"Not bad, Tayuya," he said, his voice low. "Not bad at all."
She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the faint smile tugging at her lips. "Don't get used to it, Malik. I don't play for just anyone."
"I wouldn't dream of it," he replied, his grin softening.
For a while, they sat together in comfortable silence, the forest around them alive with the sounds of the night. Tayuya leaned back, her red hair spilling over her shoulders as she gazed up at the stars.
"You're not so bad, Malik," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Malik smiled, his heart warming at her words. "Neither are you, Tayuya."
And in that moment, under the moonlit sky, they shared a rare and unspoken understanding—a connection forged in the quiet intimacy of the dream world.
"I adore every aspect of you, Tayuya; your strong demeanor is incredibly appealing, and you're well aware of that," Malik remarked as he gently held her face. Tayuya simply smiled in response and nodded in agreement.
Malik's eyes traced the contours of Tayuya's face, admiring the way her lips curled into a half-smile. He marveled at her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, contrasting sharply with her usually stern expression. Her attire was simple yet alluring, her tank top highlighting her toned arms and her loose pants accentuating the powerful legs she used to kick ass.
His fingers lingered on her cheek as he spoke. "Tayuya, there's something I need you to do for me."
Her grumpy expression returned, though her eyes softened slightly. "What now?" she muttered, crossing her arms.
Malik chuckled. "Just hear me out. Stand up for me, I want to look at my future wife." Tayuya's eyes widened slightly at Malik's words, her usual grumpy demeanor faltering for a moment. She stared at him intently, trying to gauge his sincerity. Finally, with a sigh that was almost a growl, she pushed herself to her feet, towering over him with her broad shoulders and powerful stance.
Malik's gaze followed the length of her legs, his admiration for her physical prowess unwavering. As she stood, her hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the moonlight in a fiery halo. Despite her often tough exterior, there was an undeniable allure to Tayuya—her confidence, her strength, and her unique blend of toughness and vulnerability.
He rose to his feet as well, closing the distance between them and walking around her to put his hands on her large fat ass. Malik's hands gently grasped Tayuya's ample hips, drawing her closer. The moonlight danced on her curves, highlighting the muscular definition of her legs and the softness of her rounded backside. She looked over her shoulder at him, a mix of irritation and curiosity on her face.
"I'm serious, Tayuya," Malik said, his voice full of sincerity. "I've seen your strength, your intelligence, and your loyalty. There's no one I'd rather stand by my side."
Tayuya's eyes narrowed slightly, her grumpy expression softening. She reached back and placed her hand over his, squeezing gently in a gesture of understanding. "You always know what to say, don't you?" she muttered, but there was a hint of warmth in her voice. Malik couldn't resist the temptation of Tayuya's voluptuous form any longer. His hands moved from her hips to gently massage the soft, rounded expanse of her ass through her loose black pants. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, and the way her muscles tensed under his touch only added to the allure.
Tayuya's breath hitched slightly as Malik's lips found the curve of her cheek. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her voice tinged with both curiosity and a hint of pleasure.
Malik's response was simple. "Appreciating you, Tayuya. Every inch of you."
He nuzzled her neck, feeling her pulse quicken under his lips. Slowly, he began to kiss a path down her shoulder, his hands continuing to explore the contours of her body. Malik's lips continued to explore the delicate skin of Tayuya's neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering to his touch as his hands delved lower, tracing the curves of her waist and hips. Tayuya's breath quickened, her body relaxing under his tender caresses.
Gently, Malik tugged at the waistband of her pants, inching them down to expose the smooth, soft skin of her lower back. His fingers traced along the line of her underwear, the fabric bunched at her hips where his hands had gripped her earlier. Tayuya shivered at his touch, her body a mix of anticipation and pleasure.
Pulling away slightly, Malik looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of reluctance or hesitation. Tayuya's eyes glistened under the moonlight, her gaze softening as she met Malik's. Her breath was shallow, her body leaning into his touch. The tension between them was palpable, a blend of the intensity of their past battles and the undeniable chemistry that had always been there.
"Do you trust me?" Malik asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Tayuya's eyes remained locked on his, and she nodded slowly. "Yes," she murmured. "I trust you, Malik."
With a gentle tug, Malik pulled Tayuya's pants all the way down, revealing the expanse of smooth, toned skin. Her underwear followed suit, leaving her fully exposed to his gaze. She stood before him, a picture of raw, untamed beauty, her eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and fierce determination. Before Malik turned his attention fully to Tayuya he looked at the underwear he just pulled off her. The underwear Malik had just removed from Tayuya was a pair of simple black panties, the fabric stretched thin from years of use. He could see the faint lines where the fabric had worn down, revealing the smoothness of her skin beneath. He marveled at the sight, appreciating the raw, unfiltered beauty of her body.
Malik's eyes returned to Tayuya's face, taking in the softness that had replaced her usual grumpy expression. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she waited for his next move. The tension between them was thick, an electric current that seemed to pulse through the air.
Without a word, Malik stepped closer, his hands gently brushing against her hips. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, a magnetic force drawing him in.
Malik's hands moved with deliberate slowness, each touch sending waves of pleasure through Tayuya's body. His fingers danced over the curves of her hips, tracing the lines of her muscles as they tensed under his touch. His other hand found its way to her thick, fiery red bush, the hair soft and silky beneath his fingers.
As he explored her intimate terrain, Malik's eyes never left Tayuya's face. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in soft, shuddering gasps as she surrendered to the moment. Her body trembled under his touch, every sensation amplified by her vulnerability.
Malik's mouth found the delicate fabric of her black panties, and he slowly brought them to his lips, inhaling the faint musk of her. With a gentle tug, he pulled the fabric into his mouth, savoring the taste of her. Tayuya's breath hitched as Malik's mouth enveloped her panties, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Her hips bucked forward instinctively, pressing more of herself against his fingers. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a soft, primal moan escaped her lips as he began to explore her with more fervor.
Malik's free hand continued to fondle her ass, his fingers delving into the soft, rounded flesh. Each touch left a trail of heat and desire in its wake. Tayuya's legs trembled as his fingers brushed against her core, teasing her into a state of arousal. Her breath quickened, her body arched against him, silently begging for more.
With a firm yet gentle grip, Malik's fingers traced the folds of her sex, eliciting gasps and groans from Tayuya.
Malik's fingers moved skillfully, parting the crimson curls that lay thick and lush. The soft, musky scent of her arousal filled the air as he delved deeper. His thumb found her clit, and he began to circle it with a tender yet firm pressure. Tayuya's moans grew louder, her hips thrusting rhythmically against his hand.
His tongue danced over the fabric of her panties, the wetness seeping through as he savored the intimate taste. "Mmm, Tayuya... your pussy tastes incredible," he murmured between deep, sensual breaths. His words were met with a soft giggle, followed by a mischievous glint in her eyes as she pulled back slightly, staring at him with playful defiance.
"I told you shaving is overrated," she teased, rolling her eyes as she pulled the panties from his mouth to kiss him. Malik's eyes blazed with passion as he met Tayuya's kiss. The heat of her lips matched the intensity of his desire. Her tongue darted out to explore his mouth, her kisses growing more urgent with each passing moment. The taste of herself on his lips sent an electric thrill through Tayuya, adding a layer of intimacy that only deepened their connection.
As the kiss continued, Malik's hands never stopped their journey over Tayuya's body. One remained on her ass, fingers kneading the supple flesh and pulling her against him. The other traveled up her back, sending shivers down her spine as he traced a path to the base of her neck.
Tayuya finally broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his for a moment. Their heavy breaths mingled in the cool night air. Malik moves his hands back to her core, slipping in a few fingers in both her ass and pussy, filling her completely as she lets out a loud, primal moan of pleasure. His thumb remains pressed against her clit, applying steady pressure while he moves his fingers inside her, exploring every inch. Tayuya's body shudders with each thrust, the combined sensations driving her to the brink of ecstasy. Her breathing becomes ragged as her climax builds, and she arches her back, pushing herself deeper onto Malik's fingers.
Suddenly, Tayuya's legs buckle, and she collapses against him, panting and trembling as her orgasm overtakes her. Malik holds her close, his fingers still buried within her, offering comfort as the waves of pleasure gradually subside. He murmurs sweet nothings in her ear, whispering how much he loves her, and how he wants to be with her forever. Tayuya let out a grumble, still draped limply against Malik. The weight of her body against him felt comforting and grounding. His erection remained firm, pressing noticeably against the thin fabric of his pajamas.
She smirked, running her hand over the fabric to feel the hardness underneath. "Well, don't just stand there. Looks like you need some attention," she teased, her voice still holding that familiar hint of playful grumpiness.
Malik couldn't help but smile. The combination of her mischievous glint and her soft touch ignited another spark of desire within him. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair, pulling her face close to his once again. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and this time, Tayuya was the one leading the dance.
Tayuya's hand lingered on Malik's hardness through the thin fabric of his pajamas. The tension between them was electric, her playful yet grumpy demeanor only adding to the intensity of the moment. She pulled back slightly, her eyes glinting mischievously as she stared at him.
"Well, if you're going to insist on making me work," she said with a playful pout, her voice dripping with mock exasperation. "I suppose I could give you a little something to help you relax."
Malik couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing, the heat in his groin intensifying. Tayuya's words sent a shiver down his spine, and he eagerly nodded his agreement. Her hands moved deftly, pulling down the waistband of his pajamas to reveal the full extent of his desire.
Tayuya's lips found their way to the tip of Malik's cock, her tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of pre-cum that had formed. She swirled her tongue around the head, her touch light yet teasing. Her eyes never left his face, watching for his reactions.
Malik let out a low groan as her mouth enveloped him, her lips sliding down his shaft with practiced ease. Her tongue danced along the underside, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Tayuya's mouth was warm and wet, her technique perfected from live practice and experience. She took him deep into her throat, her throat muscles contracting around him, and Malik couldn't help but thrust his hips forward, driving himself deeper.
Tayuya's hands moved to his balls, her fingers gently massaging and rolling them as she continued to suck him. Tayuya's touch is exquisite, sending jolts of electric pleasure through Malik with each movement. Her hands work in harmony, applying just the right amount of pressure to make his heart race. Malik's breaths come in ragged gasps, his fingers gripping and ripping the grass and dirt as he struggles to maintain control.
Tayuya alternates between slow, sensual sucks and rapid-fire flicks of her tongue. Each new sensation is a new layer in the symphony of ecstasy building inside him. She pauses for a moment, releasing his cock with a wet, glistening pop, then returns to lavishing kisses along the base and the sensitive skin underneath.
"Mmm, you like that?" she murmurs, looking up at him with an impish grin. She knows exactly what she's doing and revels in the power she has over him. "Tayuya, my love, I need you to know that I love you for more than just your hot wet mouth and tongue, but your blow jobs are amazing please keep going," Malik's words only seemed to fuel Tayuya's desire. She resumed her skilled ministrations, her mouth enveloping him once more. Her pace quickened, her mouth working in a steady rhythm that drove him closer to the edge. Her fingers continued to explore his balls, her touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.
Tayuya's free hand moved up to Malik's chest, her fingers tracing intricate patterns. Her touch was both soothing and electrifying, adding another layer of sensation to the already intense experience. She could feel his heartbeat quicken under her fingertips, matching the rhythm of her own heartbeat.
The night air was cool, but the heat between them was almost palpable. Malik's breaths came in ragged gasps, each one louder than the last. As Tayuya started to drag her sharp nails over Malik soft belly, he couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking as he came hard, filling Tayuya's mouth with his seed. She swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
Tayuya slowly pulled away, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She looked up at Malik with a satisfied expression, her eyes gleaming with mischief and something deeper. "Did you enjoy that, my love?" she asked, her voice soft yet filled with confidence. Malik could only nod, still trying to catch his breath.
He pulled Tayuya closer, wrapping his arms around her. The embrace was tender, a moment of quiet after the intense storm of pleasure. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, whispering, "I love you more than words can say." Tayuya rested her head against Malik's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The moonlight cast a soft glow over the two of them, highlighting the tender connection they shared. As the night deepened, their bodies cooled down, but the warmth between them remained.
"I'm glad," Tayuya murmured, her voice soft. "Because I love you too, Malik. You make me feel special, like I'm more than just a weapon."
Malik tightened his embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "You are so much more than that, Tayuya. You are my partner, my equal. And I will always cherish you . . . but could you get on all fours so I can stick my tongue up your ass,"
Tayuya's body stiffened at Malik's sudden request. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, but a mischievous smile soon replaced her initial shock. "Well, I guess there's no arguing with that," she said, her voice playful as she shifted into the position he had suggested.
Malik knelt behind her, his hands gently parting her cheeks. The moonlight bathed them in a soft, silver glow, illuminating the intimate moment. He leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to explore her sensitive skin. Tayuya let out a low moan, her back arching as she relaxed into the sensation.
Malik's tongue began its journey, exploring the sensitive and intimate region of Tayuya's body. Each swipe and flick of his tongue elicited a soft moan from her, her breath hitching with each new wave of pleasure. He took his time, savoring the moment and her reactions, his fingers delicately tracing patterns along her spine.
Meanwhile, Tayuya's hand had moved to her own sex, her fingers gently parting her lips and delving into the slick wetness that greeted them. She began to play with herself, her touch quick and skilled. The dual sensations of Malik's tongue and her own fingers were overwhelming, causing her to writhe and gasp with delight.
As she moved in sync with Malik's licks, Tayuya's breathing grew ragged. Her body trembled with the impending release, her fingers moving faster and more urgently. Malik's tongue continued its relentless exploration, each touch sending shivers down her spine. The combination of sensations was almost too much to bear, and she felt herself on the brink of an intense orgasm.
Tayuya's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she reached the peak of her pleasure. With a final, powerful thrust of her fingers, she cried out, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. Malik held her close, his tongue still working her, prolonging her ecstasy as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
As her breathing slowly returned to normal, Tayuya collapsed onto the grass, her body spent and sated. Malik took this time to look at her, enjoying the view of Tayuya's bare fat ass face up, deciding to take this time to fully enjoy himself he starts to jerk off to the sight of it. Malik knelt beside Tayuya, his eyes locked on her beautiful, spent form. His breath came in ragged gasps as he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving her. Her body glistened with sweat under the moonlight, and the sight of her bare, trembling form was almost too much to resist.
Tayuya opened her eyes, noticing Malik's intense gaze. She smiled up at him, her face flushed with satisfaction. "Like what you see?" she asked, her voice a soft, sleepy purr. Malik could only nod, his hand moving faster and more determined as he felt the familiar pressure building within him.
He leaned in closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from Tayuya's face. Her eyes fluttered closed again, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips.
Malik continued to stroke himself, each movement becoming more urgent. His eyes were glued to Tayuya's voluptuous body, her curves accentuated by the moonlight. Her large, round buttocks jiggled as she shifted slightly, adding an extra layer of excitement to the scene.
Tayuya, sensing Malik's growing intensity, decided to give him an extra push. She moved her hips in slow, deliberate circles, each motion causing her ass to sway and jiggle. Malik's breath hitched as he watched, his hand moving faster in response. Her movements were hypnotic, and he could feel himself nearing the brink.
The night air was filled with the sounds of their breathing and the soft rustle of the grass beneath them. Tayuya continued to move, her large, soft thighs brushing against each other with every shift. Malik could feel the familiar pressure coiling within him, a tingling sensation starting to spread from his core. His breath came in short, sharp gasps as he watched Tayuya's tantalizing display. The combination of her movements and his own touch pushed him over the edge.
With a final, powerful stroke, Malik climaxed, a moan escaping his lips as he felt the intense release. His seed splattered onto the grass beneath them, the warm wetness contrasting with the cool night air. His body shuddered, the pleasure coursing through him like a tidal wave.
As the last of the shudders subsided, Malik collapsed onto his side, panting and savoring the rush of endorphins still coursing through his body. Tayuya lay beside him, her breathing still heavy but gradually slowing.
Tayuya's eyes flicked down, noticing the still hard, glistening member between Malik's legs. A smirk played at the corners of her mouth as she glanced back up at him, her expression a mix of curiosity and challenge. "Feeling horny again already?" she teased, her voice a low growl. "Or do you want more?"
Malik's breath caught in his throat as he took in her provocative words. "I...I do," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But not just anything. I want you. All of you."
Tayuya's smirk deepened, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Anal?" she asked, her tone now more of a playful taunt. "Are you sure you can handle it, Malik?"
Malik gulped, his heart pounding in his chest, "you do have a whole lot of ass." Tayuya chuckled at Malik's comment, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She rolled onto her stomach, giving him a full view of her plump, round buttocks. Her skin glistened under the moonlight, showcasing every curve and ripple. "If you think you're up for it, then let's see what you've got," she challenged, her voice full of confidence.
Malik felt a surge of desire, his eyes fixed on her tempting form. He knelt behind her, his hands reaching out to touch the smooth, soft skin of her thighs. Her flesh was warm and inviting, and he could feel his heartbeat quickening in anticipation. With gentle pressure, he parted her cheeks, exposing the delicate entrance that awaited him.
As Malik's fingers carefully explored the delicate skin of Tayuya's rear, he took note of the intricate wrinkles and the gentle puckering of her anus. His mouth watered at the sight, recalling the ecstasy they had previously shared. The time they had spent together had forged a deep connection and intimate trust that now allowed them to indulge in such pleasures without fear or hesitation.
Tayuya's body quivered with anticipation and excitement as Malik gently began to probe her sensitive entrance. His fingers slipped inside with ease, savoring the warmth and tightness that greeted them. She let out a soft moan, signaling her approval and further encouraging him. He added a second finger, drawing a gasp of delight from her. Her pleasure was evident in the subtle arch of her back, the way her body involuntarily responded to each of his deliberate moves. "Tayuya, how about you take the lead," he said while laying down on the cool grass, "I want to see you do all the work," Tayuya's eyes gleamed with both excitement and challenge as she heard Malik's suggestion. She shifted her position, her body moving gracefully as she positioned herself above him. Her full, round hips hovered over his face, giving him a tantalizing view of her most intimate areas.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Tayuya lowered herself onto Malik's mouth. Her soft, velvety skin brushed against his lips, and he eagerly began to explore her with his tongue. Her moans grew louder as he found the sensitive spots, her hips grinding in rhythm with his movements.
Meanwhile, Malik's hands reached up to grab hold of her thighs, pulling her closer and deepening the connection. Tayuya's body trembled with pleasure, her breathing becoming more erratic as she lost herself in the sensations. Tayuya's moans filled the night air, intermingling with the rustle of the grass beneath them. Her hips moved with a fluid grace, controlling the pace as she felt every inch of Malik's tongue exploring her. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she could feel herself nearing the peak once again.
Malik, for his part, was completely entranced by her. Each of her moans drove him further into a frenzy, his mind and body fully focused on pleasuring her to the utmost. Her taste was intoxicating, and he couldn't get enough of her. With each movement, her body arched more, her response becoming more pronounced. Tayuya's body shuddered with pleasure as she reached a powerful climax, her moans echoing through the night. Malik held her tight, his tongue continuing to tease and explore her, prolonging her ecstasy. Her muscles pulsed around his fingers as she rode out the final waves of her orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
As the intense pleasure began to subside, Tayuya lifted herself off Malik's face, her skin flushed and her eyes glazed with satisfaction. She collapsed onto the grass beside him, her breathing gradually returning to normal. Malik lay there, his own body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her climax. He reached out, gently brushing a lock of hair from her face, and she turned to look at him, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"God, Malik." But Tayuya wasn't done, she fingered herself and she prepared to take him up her tight back door. Tayuya's fingers danced over her own sensitive flesh, preparing herself for the next act. Her eyes locked onto Malik's, a mixture of desire and mischief in her gaze. "I think it's your turn," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation.
Malik's heart pounded as he watched her prepare herself. The intimacy of the moment was intense, their bodies intertwined in a dance of pleasure and trust. Tayuya positioned herself above him once more, her legs straddling his hips. Her eyes never left his, conveying a silent challenge and promise of ecstasy.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Tayuya lowered herself onto Malik's hardened member. The sensation was exquisite, her tightness enveloping him in a way that made his breath catch.
Tayuya's body welcomed Malik with a snug, velvety grip as she began to lower herself onto his hardened member. The sensation was intense, a blend of pleasure and pressure that sent shivers down Malik's spine. Her hips moved with a practiced rhythm, her muscles clenching around him in a way that drove him wild.
Tayuya's moans grew louder as she found her stride, each thrust becoming more fervent. Malik's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements and feeling the intimate connection between them. The night air was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the rustling of the grass beneath them and the soft moans of ecstasy from Tayuya.
Their passion was unbridled, a raw and primal dance of desire. Malik could feel the tightness of Tayuya's muscles gripping him like a vice, each thrust of her hips driving him deeper. Her breath came in gasps, mingling with the sounds of their bodies meeting. She leaned forward, her small breasts brushing against his chest, adding an extra layer of intimacy to their encounter.
As they moved together, Malik could sense the immense pleasure radiating from Tayuya's body. Her muscles quivered with every motion, signaling her impending release. Her fingers dug into his chest, clinging to him for support as she reached the pinnacle of her ecstasy. With a final, powerful thrust, she let out a long, guttural moan, her entire body shuddering in a climax that left both of them breathless.
Malik felt her release cascade through him, sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine. His climax followed shortly after, fueled by Tayuya's own intense orgasm. As their bodies continued to pulse with pleasure, Malik pulled Tayuya down against him, her soft form melding into his own. The two of them lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, the sounds of the night enveloping them.
Exhaustion set in, but satisfaction radiated from both of them. Tayuya lifted her head, her red hair cascading down her shoulders, and pressed a tender kiss to Malik's lips. He could feel the affection and gratitude in her touch.
"Malik," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.