Hiro's attention was caught between the sight of Tara on her knees sucking him off and looking out for anyone who might catch him in such a precarious position... but for his greater sense of decency, it was a losing battle. With one eye closed, he turned his gaze back down... Watching her try so hard to fit him in was both endearing and arousing. He should have known better than to ever doubt her- his best friend. Of course she would know just what he needed in his life... even when he had no clue of it himself.<br/><br/>He no longer spoke, but only nodded in eager anticipation for her promise. An unusual but pleasant feeling welled up in him within his groin, and he felt his entire body's efforts coalescing to that point. He felt entirely helpless, but in a good way- at her mercy. She massaged his balls and clutched his behind through the fabric of his constructed dress pants, forcing him to instinctively push his hips forward... "Nngh." He pushed his hands harder against the wall to brace himself, "Tara." He moaned, craning his head back until it hit the stone behind him, "Something's... gonna.."<br/><br/>The shinobi wasn't sure exactly if this was<em>it.</em>If this was<em>that</em>moment. In any event, Tara would know for sure- his balls behind to tighten in her hand, his thick cock moving within her mouth... and his ass went taut. In those final moments, he closed his eyes and exhaled hard, mouth agape as his stomach sucked in.