Tifa has been been pent up all day. It is now time for her to close up shop and she couldn't be more relieved. She needs to get upstairs and relieve herself.
"Alright, that's the last glass polished," Tifa muttered to herself, running a gloved hand down the damp mahogany bar. The Seventh Heaven was quiet now, the usual evening crowd long gone, leaving only the faint hum of the ceiling fan slicing through Midgar's oppressive heat. (Gods, she needed Jessie tonight, needed her hands, her mouth, that wicked laugh against her skin.)
She slid the final stool into place with more force than necessary, the scrape of wood against tile loud in the empty room. "Bar's closed," she announced to no one, voice tight. The leather of her skirt clung uncomfortably between her thighs, damp with more than just sweat. (Jessie had texted her hours ago, *Think about me while you're working* and the memory of those words alone had her biting her lip hard enough to taste copper.)
A floorboard creaked behind her—too late to react before gloved hands slipped around her waist, fingers digging possessively into the swell of her breasts through her tank top. "Missed me that much, huh?" Jessie's breath was hot against the shell of her ear, lips brushing the sensitive skin there. Tifa arched back instinctively, hips pressing into the solid warmth behind her.
"Answer me, toy." Jessie's grip tightened, thumbs circling over stiffening peaks. "You spend all day aching for your mistress like a good girl?"
(Every muscle in her body went liquid at the command.) "Yes," Tifa gasped, fingers scrabbling against the bar for balance as Jessie's teeth grazed her neck. "Yes, please..."
Jessie laughed, low and knowing. "Upstairs. Now." Her hand slid down to grip Tifa's belt, tugging hard enough to make her stumble forward. "Don't make me ask twice."
(Tifa's bedroom.)
The bedroom door barely clicked shut before Jessie shoved her against it, their mouths crashing together in a messy, breathless kiss. Jessie's palms flattened against the wood on either side of Tifa's head, pinning her as their chests pressed flush, soft curves meeting soft curves, Jessie's B-cups molding against Tifa's fuller E-cups through thin fabric. Gods, the heat of her, the way their nipples hardened instantly against each other, electric even through layers of clothing.
"You taste like whiskey and impatience," Jessie murmured against her lips, tongue flicking out to steal another taste. Her hips rolled forward, leather-clad thigh slotting between Tifa's bare ones. "Been dripping for me all day, haven't you?"
Tifa's gasp turned into a moan as Jessie's teeth caught her lower lip. She could feel it already, the slick warmth between her thighs, the way her body arched shamelessly into every point of contact. "Y-yes," she panted, fingers scrabbling at Jessie's waistband. "Need you..."
Jessie's chuckle was dark. "Oh, I know." She pressed closer, grinding her thigh up in one slow, deliberate stroke. "But begging's more fun."
Tifa shuddered, fingers trembling against Jessie's hip. "Jessie..."
"Strip," Jessie interrupted, stepping back just far enough to watch. She hooked a finger under Tifa's tank strap, dragging it down her shoulder with agonizing slowness. "Slowly. Like you're savoring every inch of skin I let you show me."
Her pulse pounded between her thighs, liquid heat dripping down her inner thigh. Tifa swallowed hard but didn't hesitate, hands rising to peel the damp fabric up over her ribs. The air hit her flushed skin like a shock, nipples tightening further under Jessie's hungry stare. "Good girl," Jessie murmured, circling her slowly as the tank hit the floor.
"Now the skirt," Jessie commanded, pausing behind her to trace the curve of Tifa's waist with a single fingertip. "Unbutton it like you're trying to drive me mad."
Tifa's breath hitched as she obeyed, fingers working the clasp with deliberate slowness. The leather slid down her hips with a whisper, pooling at her ankles. Jessie's exhale was ragged behind her, victory.
"Turn around," Jessie ordered, voice rough. "Let me see what's mine."
The hunger in Jessie's eyes as Tifa faced her made her knees weak.
"Now those ridiculous gloves," Jessie said, stepping close again to drag her teeth along Tifa's collarbone. "I want to feel you bare when I finally let you come."
Tifa whimpered, tugging at the clasps with shaking fingers. Every inch of exposure was torture, Jessie's gaze burned hotter than the reactor core. The gloves hit the floor with a soft thud, leaving her completely naked under the dim bedroom light.
Tifa reaches behind her back, fingers fumbling with the clasp of her bra. As it falls to the floor, her larger breasts bounce slightly, the weight of them making Jessie's breath hitch audibly. She knows Jessie loves watching them move, loves the way she can't hide anything when she's naked like this.
"Fuck," Jessie murmurs, stepping closer and dragging her fingertips lightly across Tifa's ribs. "You're so fucking pretty like this."
Tifa then slowly pulls down her panties, letting them slide down her legs with deliberate slowness, watching Jessie's dark eyes follow every inch of exposed skin. She steps out of them, her bare feet sinking slightly into the plush carpet, her toes curling against the texture. Jessie exhales sharply, her gaze raking over Tifa's body like she's memorizing every curve, every dip, every place she plans to claim.
"Now, touch yourself," Jessie orders, her voice husky with barely restrained hunger. "Slowly. Like you're trying to prove how much you missed me."
Tifa's breath catches, her fingers trembling as she obeys, trailing down her own stomach in a teasing descent. She cups one breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers with practiced ease, watching Jessie's lips part in response. The other hand drifts lower, fingertips barely brushing the slick heat between her thighs, making her hips jerk involuntarily.
Jessie's fingers twitch at her sides like she's fighting the urge to reach out. "Gods, look at you," she murmurs, stepping closer until her breath ghosts over Tifa's lips. "So desperate for me you'll do anything I say." Tifa whimpers, her fingers dipping deeper, spreading her own wetness as Jessie watches, rapt. "Keep going," Jessie breathes, her own voice unsteady now. "Show me how much you need it."
Tifa's breath hitches as Jessie finally gives in, her hands surging forward to cup Tifa's breasts, squeezing them possessively. "Fuck, these are perfect," Jessie growls, thumbs rubbing slow circles over Tifa's nipples, teasing them into even harder peaks. She lifts them slightly, testing their weight, before rolling them in her palms with a groan. "You're so fucking responsive," she murmurs, leaning in to nip at Tifa's earlobe. "Every little touch... every little sound... it's all for me, isn't it?"
Tifa arches into the touch, her fingers stuttering between her thighs as Jessie's grip tightens, kneading her breasts with rough, worshipful strokes. "Y-yes," she gasps, her hips jerking as Jessie pinches her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core. "Only... ah... only for you, Jessie..."
Jessie's laugh is dark, victorious. "Damn right," she murmurs, her lips trailing down Tifa's neck as her hands continue their relentless assault. "Now stop touching yourself," she orders, her voice thick with want. "I want you dripping when I finally let you come."
Tifa whines, her hands freezing mid-motion, her fingers slick and trembling. Jessie's grin is wicked as she leans in, her breath hot against Tifa's ear. "Good girl."
Their lips crash together again, Jessie's kiss fierce and claiming, her tongue sliding against Tifa's with a hunger that makes her toes curl. Jessie's hands never still, squeezing Tifa's breasts once, firm enough to make her gasp into the kiss, twice, her thumbs flicking over already-pebbled nipples, then a third time, slow and deliberate, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh before releasing. Gods, she loves how they bounce back, loves how Tifa whimpers when she does it just right.
Jessie pulls back just enough to watch her own hands roam, tracing the swell of Tifa's breasts with reverent fingertips before ducking her head. Her mouth closes around one nipple, sucking hard enough to make Tifa cry out, her back arching off the door. Jessie hums, her tongue swirling in tight circles, then switches to the other breast, laving attention over it with slow, wet strokes. Over and over, her lips and tongue work in tandem, sucking just shy of pain, then soothing with the flat of her tongue, alternating until Tifa's thighs tremble and her hands fist helplessly in Jessie's hair.
"Jessie...!" Tifa's voice cracks, her hips jerking forward into empty air. Jessie pauses only to blow a cool breath over spit-slick skin, watching Tifa shiver, before diving back in with renewed hunger. She could do this for hours, could drown in the taste of her, in the way Tifa's breath hitches every time her teeth graze just right. "Please," Tifa gasps, her fingers tightening in Jessie's ponytail, "please, I can't..."
Jessie laughs against her skin, the vibration sending another jolt straight to Tifa's core. "You can," she murmurs, dragging her lips up to reclaim Tifa's mouth in a bruising kiss. "And you will."
Jessie wraps her arms around Tifa's slim waist, fingers splaying possessively over the dip of her spine as she dives back down to suck on Tifa's left nipple, her tongue flicking in quick, teasing strokes. "Fuck, these tits," she groans between kisses, her breath hot against damp skin. "I could live between them." Her right hand slides lower, kneading the generous curve of Tifa's asscheek with rough, greedy strokes. "And this ass... god, the way it fills my hands..."
Tifa's moan fractures into a gasp as Jessie's teeth graze her areola, her hips bucking forward instinctively. "Jessie...!"
"You love this, don't you?" Jessie murmurs, licking a wet stripe between her cleavage before sucking a fresh mark just above her heart. "Love being my plaything?" Her fingers dig into the soft flesh of Tifa's ass, pulling her closer until their hips slot together.
Tifa's reply dissolves into a whimper as Jessie's knee nudges between her thighs, the pressure just shy of where she needs it most. "Answer me," Jessie demands, her breath ragged against Tifa's collarbone.
(Y-Yes, gods, yes...) "Yes," Tifa chokes out, her nails scraping down Jessie's back.
Jessie's grin is all teeth. "Good girl." Then her mouth is on Tifa's breast again, sucking hard enough to make her vision blur, while her fingers trace the crease where thigh meets ass, teasing closer, closer...
Tifa's gasp is sharp when Jessie's thumb finally brushes her soaked folds from behind, the contact fleeting, maddening. "Jessie, please..."
"Tell me what you want," Jessie murmurs against her skin, her thumb circling lazily now, just grazing her entrance. "Use your words."
Tifa's thighs tremble. "F-fingers," she manages, her voice breaking. "Inside... now..."
Jessie's chuckle is dark, victorious. "Since you asked so nicely." She slides her hand around Tifa's hip, to the front in between her legs.
And then she's sinking two fingers into her without warning, the stretch delicious, the angle perfect. Tifa's cry is muffled against Jessie's shoulder as her hips jerk forward, taking her deeper, her body clenching around the intrusion.
"Fuck, you're tight," Jessie groans, her breath hot against Tifa's ear. "Like you've been waiting for this all day."
(I have, I have...) Tifa's nails bite into Jessie's shoulders as those fingers curl, pressing against that spot inside her that makes her toes curl. "More..."
Jessie obliges, adding a third finger with a filthy, wet sound, her thumb rubbing tight circles over Tifa's clit. "Come for me," she orders, her voice rough. "Right fucking now."
And Tifa shatters, her orgasm crashing over her like a collapsing reactor core, white-hot, all-consuming, her thighs clamping around Jessie's wrist as she rides out the waves with broken, gasping moans.
Jessie doesn't let up, her fingers working her through it, drawing out every last pulse until Tifa's knees give out and she slumps against her, boneless.
"Fuck," Jessie breathes, her own thighs slick where Tifa's wetness has soaked through her pants. "You're a fucking masterpiece."
Tifa can only whimper in response, her body still twitching with aftershocks.
Jessie grins, nipping at her earlobe. "And we're just getting started."
Tifa barely has time to catch her breath before Jessie shoves her back against the door again, her left hand in the center of Tifa's chest as Jessie looks into her eyes with a slow-burning intensity. "We're not done," Jessie murmurs, her voice low and dangerous. "Not even close."
Jessie steps back, fingers already working at the buckles of her breastplate with quick, efficient movements. The metal clatters to the floor, followed by the rustle of fabric as she peels off her undershirt in one fluid motion, revealing toned abs and the swell of her B-cups beneath a black sports bra. Gods, she moves like a predator, every motion calculated to make Tifa's pulse skip.
"Off," Jessie commands, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her capris and pushing them down her hips, letting them pool at her ankles alongside the rest of her clothes. The last to go is her sports bra, tossed aside with a careless flick of her wrist, leaving her naked save for the silver studs glinting in her earlobes.
Jessie grabs Tifa by the hair, fingers twisting into the dark strands as she pushes her down with a sharp, commanding pressure. "Tongue," she growls, spreading her thighs just enough to give Tifa access. "And don't you dare hold back."
Tifa moans against her before diving in, her tongue pressing flat against Jessie's slick folds, licking upward in one slow, deliberate stroke. (Gods, she tastes like salt and honey.) Jessie's hips jerk forward, her grip tightening. "Fuck... like that," she gasps, grinding down against Tifa's mouth. "Again."
Tifa obeys, her tongue circling Jessie's clit with relentless precision before plunging deep inside her, fucking her with slow, wet thrusts. Jessie's thighs tremble, her breath coming in ragged bursts. "Y-yes... right there, don't stop..." Her voice cracks as she rolls her hips harder, riding Tifa's face with abandon.
Jessie's fingers twist tighter in Tifa's hair, holding her in place as her thighs clamp around Tifa's head. "I'm close," she warns, her voice rough. "Swallow every fucking drop." Tifa hums in response, the vibration sending Jessie over the edge with a sharp cry, her hips stuttering as she comes hard against Tifa's waiting tongue. Tifa drinks her down greedily, her own arousal pooling between her thighs as Jessie's taste floods her senses.
Jessie pulls her up roughly by the hair, their mouths crashing together in a messy, desperate kiss. Tifa moans into it, her tongue sliding against Jessie's, letting her taste herself on Tifa's lips. "Fuck," Jessie breathes against her mouth, her hands sliding down to grip Tifa's hips. "You're perfect like this... filthy and mine."
Without warning, Jessie spins her around and pushes her forward, forcing Tifa to brace her hands against the door. Jessie drops to her knees behind her, her hands spreading Tifa's cheeks apart. "You're dripping everywhere," Jessie murmurs, her breath hot against Tifa's skin. "Such a greedy little slut."
Jessie's tongue drags slowly up the crease of Tifa's ass, the wet heat sending a shiver down her spine. Tifa gasps, her fingers scraping against the door as Jessie's tongue circles her tight hole teasingly before pressing inside. Jessie groans against her skin, her hands gripping Tifa's hips tighter as she fucks her with her tongue, deep and relentless. Tifa's thighs tremble, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Jessie works her open, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating. "Jessie...!" she chokes out, her body arching back into the touch.
"Fuck, you taste so good," Jessie murmurs against her skin, her tongue plunging deeper, curling just right to make Tifa's knees buckle. "You gonna come just from this? Just from my tongue in your tight little ass?" Her voice is rough with want, her fingers digging into Tifa's flesh as she pushes her further, her tongue fucking her with quick, dirty strokes. Tifa whimpers, her fingers clawing at the door, her body taut like a bowstring. "Say it," Jessie growls, her breath hot against Tifa's skin. "Say you're gonna come."
Tifa's moan is desperate, broken. "I-I'm gonna come," she gasps, her voice trembling. "Jessie, please...!" Jessie's tongue fucks her harder, faster, the wet sounds filthy in the quiet room. Tifa's thighs shake, her body tightening as pleasure coils low in her belly, sharp and unbearable.
Jessie's fingers dig into her hips hard enough to bruise as she drags her tongue over Tifa's hole one last time, pushing her over the edge with a rough command. "Come."
Tifa's cry is raw as she shatters, her body convulsing as pleasure rips through her, her ass clenching around Jessie's tongue. Jessie keeps her there, licking her through it until Tifa slumps forward, boneless and spent. Jessie pulls back with a satisfied hum, her lips glistening with her spit as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Good girl," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the small of Tifa's back. "Now let's see how many more times I can make you scream."
Jessie stands up and pulls Tifa off the door, her fingers digging into Tifa's hips as she spins her around, their chests pressing together, slick skin against slick skin. Tifa gasps, still trembling from her orgasm, her thighs sticky with sweat and arousal. "Still with me, princess?" Jessie murmurs, her voice rough, her breath warm against Tifa's lips. Tifa nods weakly, her legs barely supporting her, but Jessie doesn't wait for a verbal answer, she smirks and pushes Tifa toward the bed with one hand, the motion effortless, like she's guiding her exactly where she wants her.
Jessie follows close behind, her fingers trailing down Tifa's spine with possessive familiarity before she presses a single fingertip between Tifa's shoulder blades, pushing her onto the mattress with barely any effort. Tifa collapses onto the sheets with a shuddering exhale, her body sinking into the soft fabric, her limbs loose and pliant. Jessie doesn't waste a second, she steps back, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she saunters toward the dresser, her hips swaying with deliberate seduction. "You're gonna love this next part," she purrs, her fingers curling around the top drawer handle.
The drawer slides open with a whisper, revealing a sleek red strap-on nestled among silky black fabric, the eight-inch length glistening faintly under the dim light. Jessie's smirk widens as she lifts it, her fingers tracing the smooth contours with practiced ease. "Still think you can take it?" she taunts, her gaze flicking back to Tifa, who bites her lip hard enough to turn it white. Gods, she's already so full from Jessie's fingers, but the thought of being stretched even further...
Jessie catches the flicker of hesitation and laughs, low and knowing, as she steps back toward the bed. "Oh, you will," she murmurs, her free hand sliding up Tifa's thigh, fingertips dancing teasingly over the wetness between her legs. "You always do." Tifa's breath hitches as Jessie's thumb circles her clit, the touch featherlight but electrifying, her body arching into the contact before Jessie pulls away with a cruel chuckle. "Patience, baby. I'm just getting started."
She rolls the harness between her fingers, the leather straps whispering against her knuckles, before slipping it over her hips with practiced ease. The base presses snug against her skin, the silicone ridges brushing her own clit with delicious friction as she adjusts the straps. "Fuck," Jessie exhales, her eyelids fluttering briefly as she shifts her weight, the toy sways slightly, already glistening faintly where it grazes her slick folds. Gods, she's wet just watching Tifa squirm.
Jessie steps forward, the tip of the strap-on bumping lightly against Tifa's parted lips. "Open," she commands, her voice rough with arousal. Tifa's tongue darts out instinctively, licking a slow stripe along the underside before taking the tip into her mouth with a shuddering sigh. "Good girl," Jessie purrs, her fingers tangling in Tifa's hair as she pushes deeper, watching her throat flutter around the intrusion. "Take it all...every fucking inch."
Tifa's jaw aches, her lips stretching obscenely as Jessie rocks forward, the toy sliding deeper until her nose brushes Jessie's pelvis. The harness shifts with each thrust, the base rubbing firm circles against Jessie's clit, drawing a ragged moan from her lips. "Fuck, your mouth," Jessie gasps, her hips stuttering as she grinds down harder, the dual sensation of Tifa's tongue working beneath her and the pressure against her own throbbing need making her thighs tremble. "Don't stop... don't you dare fucking stop."
Tifa keeps sucking for a little while more. She than looks up at Jessie. "Good enough?" Tifa murmurs against the silicone when Jessie finally pulls back, her lips slick and swollen, her breath coming in shallow pants. Jessie's grin is feral as she drags the strap between Tifa's breasts, leaving a glistening trail. "Almost," she purrs, gripping Tifa's hips and flipping her onto her back in one fluid motion. "Now let's see how well you take it here."
Jessie climbs over her, her knees bracketing Tifa's thighs as she lines up the spit-slicked tip against her entrance, pressing in just enough to make Tifa whimper. "Look at you," Jessie breathes, her palms sliding up to cup Tifa's breasts, fingers digging into soft flesh as she leans down, her lips brushing Tifa's ear. "So fucking eager." Then she slams home in one brutal thrust, the base of the harness hitting Jessie's clit with perfect friction as Tifa's back arches off the bed, a shattered cry tearing from her throat.
"Fuck...1*yes*," Jessie hisses, her hips jerking forward instinctively, the toy buried to the hilt as Tifa's walls flutter around it. The angle is relentless, the curve of the strap hitting that spot inside Tifa with every snap of Jessie's hips, the base grinding back against Jessie in tandem, slick and filthy. "You feel that?" Jessie pants, her thumbs circling Tifa's nipples roughly. "Every fucking inch...*mine*."
Tifa's moan is ragged, her fingers scrabbling at Jessie's shoulders as pleasure coils tighter, the dual sensation of fullness and Jessie's hands on her breasts pushing her toward the edge again. "Jessie... I can't..."
"Come," Jessie growls, punctuating the command with a sharp thrust, her own breath coming in ragged bursts as the pressure builds. "Now."
The bed shakes from the force of Jessie's thrusts, the headboard knocking against the wall in a rhythm that matches Tifa's gasps. "Fuck...*fuck*... Jessie, I'm..." Tifa's voice breaks as her thighs clamp around Jessie's hips, her nails carving half-moons into the sweat-slick skin of Jessie's back. "Gonna come..."
Jessie grins, her teeth gleaming in the dim light as she leans down to nip at Tifa's collarbone. "Yeah? Prove it." She snaps her hips harder, the harness base grinding against her own clit with every movement, the dual sensation of Tifa's tight heat around the toy and the pressure against herself making her breath stutter. "Come on, baby. Let me feel you..."
Tifa's orgasm hits like a shockwave, her back arching off the mattress as she cries out, her walls fluttering around the strap in frantic pulses. Jessie doesn't let up, fucking her through it, her own thighs trembling as she chases her climax. "That's it...*gods*..." Jessie's voice is raw as she slams all eight inches deep one last time, her body locking up as her own release crashes over her. Her clear cum spurts behind the base of the toy, some of it sliding down the silicone to mix with Tifa's slickness, the warmth dripping between them.
Jessie collapses forward, her forehead pressing against Tifa's as they both gasp for air, their sweat-slick skin sticking together. "Fuck," Jessie breathes, her hips giving one last, lazy roll, drawing a shudder from Tifa. "You're *ruined*."
Tifa's laugh is ragged, her fingers trailing weakly up Jessie's spine. "Yeah," she murmurs, her voice hoarse. "Your fault."
Jessie smirks, pressing their foreheads together. "Damn right." Her lips crash into Tifa's again, hungry and possessive, her tongue sliding against hers in a slow, filthy kiss. Tifa moans into it, her body still twitching with aftershocks, her thighs slick where Jessie's cum drips down the strap onto her skin. Jessie pulls back just enough to bite Tifa's lower lip, tugging sharply before releasing her with a dark chuckle. "Turn over."
Tifa barely has time to process the command before Jessie flips her onto her stomach with a rough shove, her knees spreading Tifa's thighs wider. Jessie's hands grip the swell of Tifa's asscheeks, fingers digging into soft flesh as she pulls them apart, exposing her spit-slicked hole to the cool air. (Gods, she's still so tight, twitching around nothing, clenching like she's begging for more.) Jessie spits into her palm, slicking the strap-on with a slow stroke, mixing her own clear cum with the saliva before lining up the tip against Tifa's fluttering entrance. "This," Jessie growls, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "is *mine*."
She slams home in one brutal thrust, the stretch burning deliciously as Tifa's back arches, a broken cry tearing from her throat. Jessie's hips snap forward relentlessly, the base of the harness grinding against her own clit with every movement, the dual sensation of Tifa's ass clenching around the toy and the pressure against herself making her breath hitch. "Fuck," Jessie gasps, her fingers tightening on Tifa's hips hard enough to bruise. "You take it so *good*." Tifa's response is a garbled moan, her face pressed into the sheets, her fingers twisting in the fabric as Jessie fucks her deeper, harder, the wet slap of skin against skin obscenely loud in the quiet room.
Jessie leans forward, her chest pressing against Tifa's back, her lips brushing the shell of Tifa's ear. "Gonna come again," she murmurs, her voice rough with promise. "Right here, with my cock buried in your ass." Tifa shudders beneath her, her body tightening around the strap as Jessie's words send a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly. Jessie laughs, low and knowing, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "That's it," she breathes. "Beg for it."
Tifa's fingers twist tighter into the sheets, her voice ragged. "Please, Jessie... harder...I need..." Her words dissolve into a moan as Jessie obliges, slamming into her with enough force to send the bedframe screeching against the floor. The slap of skin on skin, the creak of the harness, the wet squelch of Jessie's cum dripping down the strap, every sound is filthy, amplifying the pleasure coiling tighter in Tifa's gut.
Jessie's breath comes in short, sharp bursts as she pistons into Tifa, her own climax building with each thrust. "Fuck...*fuck*... you're gonna come, and you're gonna take every inch," she growls, her fingers digging into Tifa's hips hard enough to leave bruises. The bed shakes violently, the headboard hammering against the wall in time with their ragged breaths.
Tifa's vision whites out as her orgasm crashes over her, her ass clenching around Jessie's strap in frantic pulses, her thighs trembling uncontrollably.
Jessie arches her back with a gasp, her hips stuttering as she cums hard, her clear cum squirting onto the base of the toy. Some of it trickles down the strap, mingling with the slickness already coating Tifa's ass, the warmth seeping inside as Jessie grinds deep. "Gods," Jessie pants, her forehead dropping against Tifa's shoulder. "You're fucking *perfect*." Tifa whimpers beneath her, her body still twitching with aftershocks, her skin slick with sweat and cum. Jessie pulls out slowly, watching with dark satisfaction as Tifa's hole stays gaping, glistening with spit and her own release.
Jessie reaches down, unclipping the harness with trembling fingers, letting the strap-on fall to the floor with a wet thud. She flips Tifa onto her back with rough urgency, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs, Jessie's hands cradling Tifa's face as she kisses her again and again—deep, messy, possessive. "Mine," Jessie murmurs between kisses, her lips slick against Tifa's. "All fucking mine." Tifa moans into her mouth, her fingers threading through Jessie's hair, pulling her closer, their tongues tangling in a slow, filthy rhythm.
Jessie breaks the kiss just long enough to bite Tifa's lower lip, tugging sharply before releasing her with a breathless chuckle. "Still with me?" she asks, her thumb brushing Tifa's swollen lips. Tifa nods weakly, her chest heaving, her thighs still trembling from the aftershocks. Jessie grins, leaning down to lick a slow stripe up Tifa's throat, her teeth scraping against the pulse point there. "Good," she murmurs. "Because I'm not *nearly* done with you."
Tifa shudders, her fingers tightening in Jessie's hair as Jessie's knee nudges between her legs, pressing against her oversensitive clit with delicious pressure. "J-Jessie," Tifa gasps, her hips jerking involuntarily.
Jessie laughs, low and wicked, her lips brushing Tifa's ear. "Tell me," she breathes. "Tell me what you want."
Tifa's breath hitches, her body arching into Jessie's touch. "You," she whispers. "Only you."
Jessie's grin is feral. "Then beg."