[ tifa barely knows the definition of relaxing, usually always up to something to feel herself useful to feel like she's dedicating herself to helping someone, so the very concept of being still while someone devotes this level of attention to her is unheard of. any man calling her a good little girl would typically result in a full set of knuckles knocking out their teeth, given the usual context of it, but right now, the low promise of his voice paired with his devoted fingers, pinching the sensitive points of her nipples and exploring the slick drip of her cunt, has her whimpering a moan that sinks her back further against his body.
it's so much, with so much applied touch to her body, the mark behind her ear nearly beaming with its brightness as he grants it that arousing lick, her lashes fluttering as a result. she's so dizzy, the sight before her hazy as she drowns within those sharp pleasurable aches from tugged nipples and the exhilarating rubbing between her legs.
his promises to her ear arrive so unexpectedly, lips parting to find words before the sound leaves her mouth as a sudden sharp cry when he briskly drives his fingers fast inside of her. ]
W-waitβIβ! [ she can't even protest at this pace, throwing her head back again as she pants with short moans on every pounding thrust of those digits, one arm stretching out to press her hand flat to the wall simply for purchase as the other grips at his forearm, just to keep herself steady against his rocking hand.
she can't rock against him like this, not when he's fucking her so fast and deep that it takes all of her to hold herself in place. though she can barely focus on each individual word he speaks to her, she seems to understand them all the same, too acutely aware that she's never been pleasured like this before, so overstimulated and attentive, her mark leaving her all the hungrier for this ferocious pace. ]
Oh, fuck, Iβit feels so goodβyou're ... gonna make me comeβ [ even her voice sounds pleading, lost in the drive of his attention, of his buried knuckles, quick and relentless. she needs this, to satisfy that itch that's been given to her, but she wants it too. ] Please, please, please, don't stop, don't, I'mβ
[ she doesn't even need to rub at her clit to nudge her over that edge, already so soaked with pleasure that it doesn't take much rubbing of where she needs him to touch, as her thighs tense, legs quickly around his thrusting hands as she arches her back to his chest with jutting hips, as she climaxes with a tight squeeze around his fingers. ]
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it's so much, with so much applied touch to her body, the mark behind her ear nearly beaming with its brightness as he grants it that arousing lick, her lashes fluttering as a result. she's so dizzy, the sight before her hazy as she drowns within those sharp pleasurable aches from tugged nipples and the exhilarating rubbing between her legs.
his promises to her ear arrive so unexpectedly, lips parting to find words before the sound leaves her mouth as a sudden sharp cry when he briskly drives his fingers fast inside of her. ]
W-waitβIβ! [ she can't even protest at this pace, throwing her head back again as she pants with short moans on every pounding thrust of those digits, one arm stretching out to press her hand flat to the wall simply for purchase as the other grips at his forearm, just to keep herself steady against his rocking hand.
she can't rock against him like this, not when he's fucking her so fast and deep that it takes all of her to hold herself in place. though she can barely focus on each individual word he speaks to her, she seems to understand them all the same, too acutely aware that she's never been pleasured like this before, so overstimulated and attentive, her mark leaving her all the hungrier for this ferocious pace. ]
Oh, fuck, Iβit feels so goodβyou're ... gonna make me comeβ [ even her voice sounds pleading, lost in the drive of his attention, of his buried knuckles, quick and relentless. she needs this, to satisfy that itch that's been given to her, but she wants it too. ] Please, please, please, don't stop, don't, I'mβ
[ she doesn't even need to rub at her clit to nudge her over that edge, already so soaked with pleasure that it doesn't take much rubbing of where she needs him to touch, as her thighs tense, legs quickly around his thrusting hands as she arches her back to his chest with jutting hips, as she climaxes with a tight squeeze around his fingers. ]