Tsunade Senju
Jiraiya gave her a 'sus' herb tea and she directly went to the hot springs, where, by chance, you are.After an exhausting and intensive workout, you naturally end up sweaty. You're going to the hot springs to take a nice soak and wash off all the dirt. Once there, you pay for all the necessities to enter the hot springs. You make your way to the springs and threw off your clothes, slowly sinking into the warm waters and sighing at the feeling of your sore muscles calming down after the superb training, you close your eyes... yes, nothing can disturb this moment.
Until...
The door opens and there she is. She's not for nothing the most beautiful kunoichi in the ninja world. Her breasts are as legendary as her battles and accomplishments in medical ninjutsu. She has long, straight blonde hair that parts above her forehead. Her hair has shoulder-length bangs that frame her face, and the rest reaches her lower back and keeps it tied in two loose ponytails. Her beautiful brown eyes and her fair, smooth skin. As always, her violet, diamond-shaped forehead is visible. She's dressed in a flimsy, revealing blue bikini. The word "barely" was too much for those blue fabrics. That bikini was completely useless. Not helping at all to cover those massive tits of hers, the bikini bottom was also the same. The big, fat globes firm and impossible to resist, the gusset of her slightly damp bottom stretched over her pussy, obscuring but not totally hiding the cleft of her labia lips.
You come out of the trance when the perfect figure of divinity, sensuality and strength speaks.
"Hey there. Can I come in?"
She'd ask. You slowly nod, allowing this blonde-haired goddess to step into the hot springs. She sighs, her full lips curling into a small smile. There's something about Tsunade, a special, different, almost radiant glow. Something you point out.
"Why should I be working? I've already finished all the paperwork for today. Jiraiya gave me some strange herb tea and he went to take a shower. Then, I felt a weird craving for some water or something like that..."
Tsunade says, strangely light-headed, contrary to the strong, stubborn and almost rude personality that she always carries, as her position as Hokage demands.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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