[Well. If this is the natural course of things, then how silly would she be to say no? How could she say no, with how he teases her like this? He knows all the right buttons to push, and he pushes them with such confidence that it's difficult for her to hold onto the already tattered edges of her restraint—especially when it comes to him. Tifa likes to think herself a controlled, mature, put-together, modest woman, but the moment she finds herself alone with him, Eustace finds a way to awaken the more wicked, sinful side of her that wants nothing else than to have his body on hers.
And right now, they are alone, and he is finding a way, and Tifa can no longer hold on. She wants to indulge. She wants him.
She lays back against the counter so that she may lift her hips for him, giving him the space he needs to tug her pants and underwear free. And as the flowers and their vines creep upward over the windows, they leave just the right amount of space to bathe her in sunlight, highlighting her pale skin and her curves and how her shirt clings to them when she lifts her hands up over her head. Her lashes flutter, and she puts on a coy smile as she looks down at him.]
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And right now, they are alone, and he is finding a way, and Tifa can no longer hold on. She wants to indulge. She wants him.
She lays back against the counter so that she may lift her hips for him, giving him the space he needs to tug her pants and underwear free. And as the flowers and their vines creep upward over the windows, they leave just the right amount of space to bathe her in sunlight, highlighting her pale skin and her curves and how her shirt clings to them when she lifts her hands up over her head. Her lashes flutter, and she puts on a coy smile as she looks down at him.]
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