Tifa strolled into the bedroom, swaying her lustrous body as she walked. A date with Cloud... that had been unexpected. She laughed softly. It had been her idea, but still. He seemed to have enjoyed himself. She let herself just fall back on the soft hotel bed. Cloud... at just the thought of them alone, her body tingled with the need for attention.

Her right hand wandered to the straps that did little to hold back the bounciness of her exceptional bust. Someday she would really have to find a bra in her size. With the straps undone, her chest sprang out, and her white tank top became uncomfortably tight. It was the next to come off. She crossed her arms, lifting it over her chest and face, then slowly pulling her silky black hair through, as it was then tossed aside. With all restrictions aside, Tifa let her hands work their magic on her nipples. She moaned at the sudden contact. God, she needed this. After a minute or two, she brought them to her lips, moaning as she sucked and nibbled them. "Mmm..." she sighed with contentment as her other hand slid beneath her skirt, pressing a gloved hand to her panties, and moving in circles.

For Tifa, this was heaven. Since she knew all her weak points, it wasn't hard to rub and pinch in all the right spots, until she moaned loudly, gasping, ""Mmm... I can't take it anymore..." She pulled her miniskirt and panties down to her ankles, and slid three fngers into her, without even removing her leather gloves first. As the leather slid into her, Tifa groaned, shuddering. That felt so good! She pumped with her wrist, jamming them in as deep as she could. She bit her lower lip, moving her other hand to massage her clit and spread her to fit more. She arched her back, her black hair falling over her face as she tossed and turned in untainted bliss. "Ohhh... Cloud... yes..." In her mind, she could see Cloud, lying next to her and placing his hand over hers as she worked herself to a powerful climax. He spoke quietly, "You're so beautiful, Tifa." Her moaning hit a fever pitch as she slid in a fourth, deeply. She loved that about herself; she could fit a lot. She had fisted herself before, when she was younger. She had been dreaming about Cloud back then, too. "Mmm... ahh... c'mon..." she could feel it, she was right on the edge... she plunged her whole hand inside her, and the tight leather burned her clit as her orgasm washed over her.

"Yeees! God... yes..." She tensed, her back up and her hand inside her as she yelled even louder. She fell, exhausted against the bed. "Lord, that... was... amazing..." she closed her eyes, fell into romantic dreams.

Outside her room, a young girl with black hair, dressed in a green belly top, khaki shorts, and wearing a headband, leaned against the door, eyes closed. "Tifa..." she said, almost unheard. But that's another story.