"Why is this happening?" Tifa whimpered helplessly. The Slave Materia flashed again, and waves of lust overcame her. It flashed again, but Tifa barely noticed through her intense lust. It flashed again, and her hands moved to her encased, heaving breasts against her will, as if possessed. Her fingers wrapped around her jutting nipples and squeezed slowly. She halfheartedly tried to regain control of her hands, but was so desperate for stimulation, that she couldn't muster the will.
She squealed in mingled pleasure and pain as her controlled hands clamped down on her sensitive nips. She rolled them, pulled them, squeezed them. She collapsed onto the floor, back arched in carnal desperation. One hand one traitorous hand abandoned it's nipple torture and headed south. She squirmed in frustration as it ignored her juicy pussy and caressed her thigh instead. She didn't know how long the torturous teasing had been going on, when she heard the bell over the door ring again. |