Tenten rolled her hips as Jin-Ryu spoke, playfully listening to him with vested interested until he finished speaking. She tilted her head curiously, then her back stiffened a bit as his finger wandered dangerously close to her most private of parts. "Oh? Well, I can't really argue with that, huh?" She teased, letting her hands drop from her hair. They brushed against her breasts before falling to her thighs, making her bosom bounce from the slight grazing. "Mm, I guess you've been a good boy."<br/><br/>She continued to wiggle her hips, rather intrigued that he was still so hard. "Keep doing that." Tenten softly commanded as she brought her hands together in a single hand-seal. Another Tenten appeared beside her in a puff of smoke, dressed just the same and just as splendidly naked before him. "Guess I'll get the lube." The clone said with half-closed eyes. She was stuck with the lame part.<br/><br/>The real Tenten continued to rock back and forth on his cock, permitting him to probe her rear end more adventurously. The clone came out from the other room holding a scroll, scrunching her mouth together in thought, "I think this is the one."<br/><br/>She stretched the fabric taught and with another puff of smoke, out came an assortment of different toys onto the bed. Among them, a little bottle of pink gooey lube. The real Tenten climbed off of Jin-Ryu, letting him move about freely as she sat beside him. "Wouldn't you say the best experience...." The real Tenten said, looking over at him and trailing her finger up and down his chest, "-is knowing what it feels like to give<em>and</em>receive?"<br/><br/>"The Hokage special!" The clone said, bringing her fingers together, "With a twist."<br/><br/>In a puff of smoke, the clone appeared completely the same... save for the shiny cockhead poking out between her womanly folds. "Ngh." The clone winced as she reached in, gripping her new manhood and pulling it out inch by inch until it stood upright throbbing and eager. "Whew. Haven't done that in a while."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kasumi clicked her tongue and flippantly threw her hair out of her face, "Oh, I like to make it hard. Nobody said you couldn't be just a<em>little</em>naughty... I'm into<em>bad boys</em>, myself."<br/><br/>She rolled those last few words, as if making fun of the whole concept. After all, in a world of ninjas trained from youth to fight and even kill as necessary, there weren't too many 'gentlemen' left... though there were plenty of Shinobi that acted the part. Something told Yuki that Kasumi could tell the fakers from the real deal. Her butt jiggled with his slap and she giggled softly, apparently taking it out on Makoto. The puppeteer shuddered and mewled helplessly.<br/><br/>"Ooh!" Kasumi cooed, pushing back against Yuki as he entered her. In fact, she bounced against him- forcing him a step back. He nearly slid out of her... and it appeared as if the kunoichi had no compunctions against his chosen pace. Indeed, if she had any... it was that he was going too slow! Kasumi was wet as well as tight, and her athletic body bent in front of him was more than enough fuel for any young man's passions. She flipped her hair again and looked over her shoulder at him, smiling sinisterly as she threw her butt against him with more force. "Snug fit, mm?" The young woman asked with a wink.