[ if there's any hints or crumbs sprinkled of the man's identity, tifa isn't in the midst of picking up on it, not while she isn't even seeking to find out who the man currently on the knees in front of her is, almost preferring that she not find out, since it means she stands a better chance of remaining a mystery herself. because she's not sure she ever wants to be found out, to be known for being this hungry for satisfaction, begging and pleading and moaning as shamelessly as she does now, basking in the luxury of anonymity.
though she does guiltily wish she could watch him, feeling the way he noses against her thigh as he paints momentary intermission kisses there, ticklish at the skin between the tight nets of her stockings. but it's all for the best, since she's not sure she could stare at him without instantly shying away at the way he buries his face to her cunt. ]
Is there ... something else you want me to call you?
[ or something else for her to shout in place of a name she doesn't wish to know. not that it matters since sounds will slip from her lips regardless. when his mouth returns, she's caught off guard by the increase in fervor, in the full devouring from lips and tongue. the leg atop his shoulder tightens, heel digging in at this back, as her hips respond to his mouth, writhing at the succulent attention to her clit.
as she keeps a hand clutched to his hair, the other rises to one of her free breasts, grabbing a palm full of the soft flesh and giving it firm squeeze as she pants soft moans again with each of her breaths. ]
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though she does guiltily wish she could watch him, feeling the way he noses against her thigh as he paints momentary intermission kisses there, ticklish at the skin between the tight nets of her stockings. but it's all for the best, since she's not sure she could stare at him without instantly shying away at the way he buries his face to her cunt. ]
Is there ... something else you want me to call you?
[ or something else for her to shout in place of a name she doesn't wish to know. not that it matters since sounds will slip from her lips regardless. when his mouth returns, she's caught off guard by the increase in fervor, in the full devouring from lips and tongue. the leg atop his shoulder tightens, heel digging in at this back, as her hips respond to his mouth, writhing at the succulent attention to her clit.
as she keeps a hand clutched to his hair, the other rises to one of her free breasts, grabbing a palm full of the soft flesh and giving it firm squeeze as she pants soft moans again with each of her breaths. ]