Erotica Story of Boruto X Sarada Hentai
The sun dipped low over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as waves crashed gently against the sandy shore. Boruto Uzumaki and Sarada Uchiha had slipped away from the rest of Team 7, leaving their teammates to set up camp a mile inland after a grueling reconnaissance mission along the coast. The beach stretched out before them, a secluded cove hidden by jagged cliffs and swaying palm trees—a perfect retreat from the chaos of their ninja lives.
Boruto kicked off his sandals and waded into the shallow water, the cool waves lapping at his ankles. “Finally, some peace,” he said, stretching his arms overhead, his toned muscles flexing beneath his sleeveless shirt. He glanced back at Sarada with a playful grin. “Come on, Sarada, loosen up a little. The water’s perfect.”
Sarada stood at the edge of the tide, her arms crossed over her chest, her sharp Sharingan eyes scanning the perimeter. “We should stay alert,” she replied, her tone cautious but softened by the sight of Boruto’s carefree attitude. “If Konohamaru or Mitsuki come looking for us—”
“They won’t,” Boruto cut in, splashing water toward her. “They’re too busy arguing over who gets to cook tonight. Besides, we’ve earned this break.” His blue eyes sparkled with mischief, a look Sarada knew all too well from their years as teammates.
She dodged the splash, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. “Fine, you win.” Kicking off her own sandals, she stepped into the water, letting out a quiet sigh as the coolness soothed her aching feet. The mission had been relentless—days of tracking rogue shinobi through humid forests—and this moment felt like a rare gift.
They stood side by side, the rhythmic sound of the waves filling the silence. The salty breeze tousled Boruto’s blond hair, and Sarada couldn’t help but notice how the fading sunlight caught the angles of his face, making him look older, more defined. Her gaze lingered a moment too long, and Boruto caught it.
“What?” he asked, tilting his head with a smirk.
“Nothing,” she said quickly, turning her attention to the horizon. But her pulse quickened, betraying the feelings she’d buried beneath layers of duty and discipline.
Boruto stepped closer, the water swirling around their legs. “Sarada,” he said, his voice dropping to a softer, more serious tone. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a while.”
She met his gaze, her breath catching at the intensity in his eyes. “What is it?”
He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck—a nervous habit she’d seen a hundred times. “I like you, Sarada. Like… really like you. Not just as a friend or a teammate. More than that.”
The confession hung in the air, raw and unguarded. Sarada’s heart pounded, her mind racing to process his words. She’d felt it too—the pull toward him that went beyond their bond as comrades—but admitting it felt like stepping off a cliff.
“Boruto, I…” She faltered, searching for the right response. Before she could finish, he closed the gap between them, his hand brushing her cheek.
“I know it’s sudden,” he said, his thumb tracing her jawline. “But I can’t keep pretending it’s not there.”
Sarada swallowed hard, her resolve crumbling under his touch. “I feel the same,” she admitted, her voice barely audible over the waves. “I have for a while.”
Boruto’s face lit up, a mix of relief and joy. “Really?”
She nodded, leaning into his hand. “Yes.”
Time seemed to slow as their eyes locked, the world shrinking to just the two of them. Boruto leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a tentative kiss. When she didn’t pull away, he pressed harder, deepening the connection. Sarada responded, her hands sliding up his chest, fingers curling into his shirt as the kiss ignited something primal between them.
Their bodies pressed closer, the cool water forgotten as heat built between them. Boruto’s hands roamed her back, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin. Sarada gasped into his mouth, her own hands tugging at his collar, pulling him tighter.
They broke apart, panting, their foreheads resting together. “We need somewhere more private,” Boruto murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Sarada nodded, her cheeks flushed. “There’s a cave just up the beach. It’s hidden enough.”
Hand in hand, they hurried toward the rocky outcrop, the anticipation thrumming in their veins. The cave was small but sheltered, its sandy floor soft underfoot. Once inside, Boruto pulled Sarada into his lap, their lips crashing together in a hungry kiss. His hands slid under her shirt, pushing it up to expose her toned stomach and the swell of her tits beneath her bra.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathed, fingers tracing the edge of her bra before unhooking it with a fumbling urgency.
Sarada let out a soft moan, helping him peel off her shirt and bra, leaving her bare from the waist up. Boruto’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of her perky tits, nipples hardening in the cool air. He cupped them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, earning a sharper gasp from her.
“You too,” she replied, her hands working to unbutton his shirt. She shoved it off his shoulders, revealing his lean, muscular frame—years of training etched into every line. Her fingers trailed down his chest, pausing at the waistband of his pants before dipping lower to grasp the bulge straining against the fabric.
Boruto groaned, his hips jerking at her touch. “Sarada…”
She stroked his dick through his pants, feeling it throb under her hand. “I want you,” she said, her voice steady despite the nervous excitement coursing through her.
He nodded, breathless. “I want you too. So bad.”
Clothes came off in a frantic rush—pants, underwear, all discarded onto the sand. Boruto paused to drink in the sight of Sarada naked before him, her smooth skin glowing in the dim light filtering into the cave. Her pussy glistened with arousal, and he felt his cock twitch in response.
He pulled her close, kissing her deeply as they sank onto the sand. Sarada lay back, legs parting as Boruto settled between them. He trailed kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, pausing to suck on her tits until she arched beneath him. His mouth continued its descent, nipping at her stomach before reaching the heat between her thighs.
“Can I?” he asked, looking up at her, his breath hot against her skin.
“Yes,” Sarada said, spreading her legs wider, her pussy aching for his touch.
Boruto didn’t hesitate. His tongue flicked over her clit, teasing at first, then diving in to explore her slick folds. Sarada cried out, her hands gripping his hair as pleasure surged through her. “Oh, fuck, Boruto… that’s so good.”
He hummed against her, the vibration sending shivers up her spine. His fingers joined in, sliding into her wet pussy, curling just right to hit her sweet spot. Sarada’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as the tension coiled tighter.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded, hips rocking against his mouth. Moments later, she shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, and a gush of fluid followed—squirting onto his hand and the sand below.
Boruto pulled back, grinning as he licked his lips. “Holy shit, that was hot. You taste fucking amazing.”
Sarada blushed, still catching her breath, but the sight of him—his dick hard and leaking precum—stoked her desire anew. “I need you inside me,” she said, pulling him up for a messy, desperate kiss.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock brushing her soaked pussy. “You sure?” he asked, searching her face. “I’ve never… you know, done this before.”
“Neither have I,” she admitted, wrapping her legs around his waist. “But I want it. Just go slow.”
Boruto nodded, pushing in carefully, inch by inch. Sarada tensed at the stretch, a slight burn giving way to fullness as he filled her. “You okay?” he asked, pausing to let her adjust.
“Yeah,” she breathed, relaxing into the sensation. “Keep going.”
He started moving, slow thrusts that built into a steady rhythm. The cave echoed with the sounds of their bodies—skin slapping, wet and needy, mingling with their gasps and moans. Sarada clung to him, nails digging into his back as pleasure overtook her.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Boruto groaned, his pace quickening.
Sarada matched his thrusts, lost in the heat of it. But as their passion peaked, Boruto slowed, a hesitant look crossing his face. “Sarada… have you ever thought about trying something else?”
She tilted her head, curious. “Like what?”
“Anal,” he said, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Only if you want to. No pressure.”
Sarada’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and intrigue. “I’ve… heard about it. Never tried it.” She bit her lip, considering. “If we’re careful, maybe.”
Boruto’s face lit up, though he kept his tone gentle. “We’ll take it slow. Tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
They shifted, Sarada rolling onto her hands and knees, her heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. Boruto knelt behind her, running a hand over her ass before dipping his fingers into her still-wet pussy. He gathered her juices, slicking them over her tight hole as he kissed her lower back reassuringly.
“Relax for me,” he murmured, pressing a finger against her entrance. He eased it in slowly, letting her adjust to the intrusion.
Sarada tensed, then exhaled, the sensation strange but not unpleasant. “That’s… okay. Keep going.”
He worked her open with one finger, then two, stretching her carefully until she was moaning softly. “Good?” he asked, voice strained with his own arousal.
“Yeah,” she said, pushing back against him. “I think I’m ready.”
Boruto withdrew his fingers, lining up his cock. “Tell me if it hurts,” he said, pushing the tip past her rim. Sarada gasped, the pressure intense but bearable as he inched inside, filling her in a way she’d never felt before.
“Fuck,” she whimpered, hands clutching the sand. “It’s… a lot.”
“Want me to stop?” he asked, holding still.
“No,” she said quickly. “Just… move.”
He did, starting with shallow thrusts, letting her get used to the tight, overwhelming sensation. Sarada’s breath hitched, pleasure building as the discomfort faded. She reached down, rubbing her clit furiously, chasing the edge.
Boruto groaned, the grip of her ass around his dick driving him wild. “You’re so tight,” he panted, picking up speed.
The dual stimulation—his cock in her ass, her fingers on her pussy—pushed Sarada over the brink. She came hard, a scream tearing from her throat as her body convulsed, squirting again, soaking her thighs and the sand. The sight sent Boruto spiraling, his thrusts faltering.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned, gripping her hips.
“Inside,” she gasped, still trembling. “Do it.”
With a guttural moan, Boruto thrust deep, spilling into her, his cock pulsing as he filled her ass. They collapsed together, a sweaty, breathless heap on the sand, the afterglow wrapping them in a haze.
Before they could fully recover, voices drifted from outside—Mitsuki’s calm tone and Konohamaru’s louder one. “Shit,” Sarada hissed, scrambling for her clothes. “They’re coming!”
Boruto grabbed his pants, yanking them on as Sarada fumbled with her shirt. They barely managed to look presentable when Konohamaru poked his head into the cave. “There you are! Dinner’s ready. What’ve you two been up to?”
“Just… chilling,” Boruto said, flashing a grin, his heart still racing from their Boruto X Sarada Hentai moment.
Sarada smoothed her hair, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, lost track of time.”
As they followed their teammates back to camp, Sarada leaned close to Boruto, whispering, “That was insane. Maybe next time we’ll try more Sarada X Boruto Hentai stuff.”
He smirked, already plotting their next sneaky escape. “Count me in for some Naruto Hentai anytime.”
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