Good Graces: Aftermath

"Boss she-... she's really gotta get out there, now."

"You hear that, love? It's your time to shine..."

Tifa nodded, the hand on her head firm but none the less careful to not mess up her immaculately brushed, raven hair. The same could not be said for her makeup - the golden dust running in torrents down the sides of her face, black mascara mixed in with the semi-translucent seed as it, slowly, dripped down on her heaving bosom. Her breaths came in small huffs, cheeks rosy from strain and makeup both, and she would occasionally raise her chin with a shiver, a barely audible slosh accompanying the motion as seed shot out of her lower parts, mattering the carpet.

"I think... I'll need a minute."

"Hear that?" Corneo murmured, addressing his underling while rubbing his meat against her cheek, the desire in Tifa's chest flaring up with terrible power. Angling her head, she manged to snake her tongue out, lashing across the sensitive underside of the man's member, and got a visible twitch in response. She let her eyes drift towards the man in the doorway, giving him a poignant look.

"... If the Honey Bee Inn's star says she needs another minute, then the crowd can wait another minute."

"Of course..."

The man's nodded, slowly, and retreated beyond the door. The crowd would be his issue for the moment, though Tifa knew that their desires could only be tempered for so long.

Thankfully, she liked her lovers frustrated.

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Aftermath for the most recent Tifa piece. A lovely model to work with, though heavy on the machine, I'm still relatively happy with how the Scenario came out, and subsequently, this piece. Hope you enjoy it in turn folks, and thank you, as always, for your continued support and for all of your kind words. The next Scenario vote starts on the 6:th of February, so keep your eyes open for that!

Take care of yourselves out there, as well as each other!
/DH