The young ninja girl entered the dim training hall for her final lesson, expecting her usual master. Instead an old man waited, eyes hungry. She glared, body tense, ready to refuse. He stepped close, tongue sliding over her lips. She froze, then reluctantly opened her mouth. Their tongues met in a deep, wet kiss that grew sloppy and loud. Lotion poured over her skin, making every touch slick. His hands slid across her breasts and thighs while she trembled, hips swaying. The kiss never broke as he pressed against her. Thick white fluid soon covered her stomach and thighs. She closed her eyes tight, breath shaking, accepting the messy end of the lesson she never wanted. The old man kept kissing her even after he finished, lotion and release mixing on her body. She stayed still, glaring through half-closed lids, the final lesson complete.
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