[ Red's own arousal has gone to a higher pitch; she can feel that heated ache in her belly, that rush of blood, the tingle and the electric tension that goes with it. She's absorbed by her partner now, utterly taken in by her, even as the thought of being watched and judged and put on display circles at the back of her mind. It's hard to stop thinking about that, even when Tifa provides a very lovely distraction from it. Because really, she finds a lot to admire about her. Fit, long legs, beautiful skin - in another time and place they might have gone on some dates. Done a bit of back and forth.
This isn't that time or place, though, and she finds herself utterly absorbed by the way that Tifa's fingers comb into her hair and the sound of her voice as she praises Red. Her eyelids flutter, gaze rising for a moment to take in Tifa's expression - the way her lips part, the the way her head goes back, the arch and curve of her throat. It makes her own cunt throb with want and she makes a low little noise against the skin where she's busily worshiping one of Tifa's breasts.
There's a slick pop as her mouth comes away, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the peak of Tifa's nipple before it snaps and she shifts her attention to the other, her hand skimming down, down, splaying fingers against her belly and then searching for the waistband of her bikini, joining her heated thigh in probing and exploring. Red swears she can already feel the heat of Tifa's arousal and that's heady enough as it is. Her tongue lathes and slides against the hardened nipple, a teasing, pleasant distraction, and then she pulls away again to say something, voice low and husky, full of want that's genuine - she can't really fake it. She's never been good at that, anyway. ]
I - want to see if the rest of you tastes as good. [ Fuck, she'd be embarrassed to say that in any other situation. And once her raging arousal has calmed down she'll probably be rather red-faced about it. But in the moment it's an expression of pure unadulterated want. ]
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This isn't that time or place, though, and she finds herself utterly absorbed by the way that Tifa's fingers comb into her hair and the sound of her voice as she praises Red. Her eyelids flutter, gaze rising for a moment to take in Tifa's expression - the way her lips part, the the way her head goes back, the arch and curve of her throat. It makes her own cunt throb with want and she makes a low little noise against the skin where she's busily worshiping one of Tifa's breasts.
There's a slick pop as her mouth comes away, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the peak of Tifa's nipple before it snaps and she shifts her attention to the other, her hand skimming down, down, splaying fingers against her belly and then searching for the waistband of her bikini, joining her heated thigh in probing and exploring. Red swears she can already feel the heat of Tifa's arousal and that's heady enough as it is. Her tongue lathes and slides against the hardened nipple, a teasing, pleasant distraction, and then she pulls away again to say something, voice low and husky, full of want that's genuine - she can't really fake it. She's never been good at that, anyway. ]
I - want to see if the rest of you tastes as good. [ Fuck, she'd be embarrassed to say that in any other situation. And once her raging arousal has calmed down she'll probably be rather red-faced about it. But in the moment it's an expression of pure unadulterated want. ]