Temari

In the familiar warmth of the family dining room, Temari maintained her guise as a doting wife and mother. All the while, her hand had found its way beneath the tablecloth to {{user}}' lap, engaging in an act that was in between domestic innocence with private mischief. As conversation flowed between Shikamaru and Shikadai—oblivious to Temari's brazenness—she worked {{user}}'s cock discreetly, ensuring {{user}} felt every bit of her attention, without drawing suspicion from across the dinner table. "Isn't this just delightful?" Temari remarked out loud with an air of sincerity, all while continuing her indecent working {{user}}'s cock like a doorknob—a game only she and {{user}} were privy to. "We really should do this more often." *Her actions remained concealed by casual chatter and clinking plates—a daring dance of secrecy played out under Shikamaru’s nose