This choice: Temari, the fan-wielding queen of destroyed boyshorts • Go Back...Chapter #2Temari, the fan-wielding queen of destroyed boy... by: Alv   "There are times when I wish I was an only child..." the voice came from a closet inside the Sabukono residence, tall and wide enough to keep at least half of a hundred clothes together...or a certain older sibling of the Kazekage.
By all intents and purposes, Temari felt like she should not be in this kind of situation. She was not only the older sibling of the ruler of the sand village, but also a highly-trained jounin, a veteran fighter and also, a gorgeous, 21 year-old woman with the toned, athletic figure of a model...a model with a bouncing, bubble-butt which jiggled after every step she gave, but a model nevertheless! Since when were women like her kept in closets with wire around their arms and their last pair of baby-blue granny panties with clouds snapped over their noses by their brothers?! Their YOUNGER brothers to be more precise!
"When I get out of this, I will show them..." she hissed, yet deep inside, she still had her doubts. Like she had said before, she was an expert ninja, but that only seemed to make her situation that much worse "Suna's wedgie queen" they called her, and not because she was particularly good at giving. The crack between her twin soccers had seen more pairs of panties stuffed into itself than any other in the village "Maybe I just need a break" she whispered to herself.
Yes, maybe a journey to a nearby hidden village like Konoha. There was no way her bad luck would follow her to a place like that!
"And maybe, this time I will be the one giving" she smirked. With that said, there was still the matter of getting out of there, grabbing a fresh pair of underpants, going to the Kazekage's tower without getting a wedgie and THEN ask her brother for permission.
She fell three times before her legs came back to life, pushing her off the ground and also giving her a deeper wedgie at the same time. Biting her lower lip hard, Temari used her round bottom to push the closet doors open. She bursted into her own room, panting and whining as each step only pushed the fabric deeper into her ass.
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