[ it's a silly little game of playing pretend and she wonders if she might regret getting herself so tied up in it, if tomorrow comes and she'll feel the weight of shame for venturing somewhere so indecent, that she'd let herself be touched in a place so exposed, that she craved so hungrily to come over and over for a man whose name or face she doesn't even know.
but tomorrow is tomorrow, and right now, tifa remains in a swirl of suit-compelled lust, panting lewdly like an animal in heat, the animal that she seems to be with the ears upon her head and the wolf that eats greedily at her cunt like he truly might devour her for a meal.
with the inward slip of his fingers within her, returning to where they've seemed to find familiarity tonight, tifa gasps a sharper breath, as those digits thrust with such ease as if they belong there, taking her apart bit by bit. ]
Mmm, that'sβ! [ as his lips latch onto her clit, she tilts her head back, eyes half-lidded as she stares up into the ceiling, still keeping her gaze strayed away from her devoted provider of pleasure, clinging to the comfort of that lasting mystery, even as her mind races with the curiosity to know whose tongue does so well to such at that sensitive swollen bud, whose fingers curl to massage the depths of her cunt to guide her towards that peak.
another gasp with a sounding cry likely heard through the club. ]
Right thereβ I'm going to ... M-Mister Wolfβ! [ she calls out that false name with mewling whimper, as the climax takes command once more, hips squirming as she comes around his fingers for the second time tonight, even more slick against his knuckles than the first time, and leaving an equal mess against his lips and she rocks to feel that heightening excess of stimulation that begins to weaken her limbs where she stands. ]
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forgive me for how ridiculously late this is ;;
but tomorrow is tomorrow, and right now, tifa remains in a swirl of suit-compelled lust, panting lewdly like an animal in heat, the animal that she seems to be with the ears upon her head and the wolf that eats greedily at her cunt like he truly might devour her for a meal.
with the inward slip of his fingers within her, returning to where they've seemed to find familiarity tonight, tifa gasps a sharper breath, as those digits thrust with such ease as if they belong there, taking her apart bit by bit. ]
Mmm, that'sβ! [ as his lips latch onto her clit, she tilts her head back, eyes half-lidded as she stares up into the ceiling, still keeping her gaze strayed away from her devoted provider of pleasure, clinging to the comfort of that lasting mystery, even as her mind races with the curiosity to know whose tongue does so well to such at that sensitive swollen bud, whose fingers curl to massage the depths of her cunt to guide her towards that peak.
another gasp with a sounding cry likely heard through the club. ]
Right thereβ I'm going to ... M-Mister Wolfβ! [ she calls out that false name with mewling whimper, as the climax takes command once more, hips squirming as she comes around his fingers for the second time tonight, even more slick against his knuckles than the first time, and leaving an equal mess against his lips and she rocks to feel that heightening excess of stimulation that begins to weaken her limbs where she stands. ]