Cloud knew that this wasn't "his" Tifa per se; but there were so many welcoming similarities between the two that he just couldn't help feeling the same way with this one that he does with the one back home.
Like how being with her makes him feel so alive. With his issues, this calms and maintains the young man. He wasn't sure if he ought to use the word soothing to describe it, but what else could it be but that? She helped clear his head back home, and the same thing was happening now. Instead of dwelling on how to get back home, he was focusing on the way Tifa cried out.
Her voice, so soft and light, now so loud and sharp. Her hair falling about, dangling around her, moving in time with her breasts. He imagines them, large and pale, swaying along as he thrusts into her. The way her back arches just enough to put her whole figure on display.
His mouth feels dry; he licks his lips to wet them, eyes lowering to trembling cheeks he was pounding away at. Full, round--they shake with each strong push forward that he gives.
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Like how being with her makes him feel so alive. With his issues, this calms and maintains the young man. He wasn't sure if he ought to use the word soothing to describe it, but what else could it be but that? She helped clear his head back home, and the same thing was happening now. Instead of dwelling on how to get back home, he was focusing on the way Tifa cried out.
Her voice, so soft and light, now so loud and sharp. Her hair falling about, dangling around her, moving in time with her breasts. He imagines them, large and pale, swaying along as he thrusts into her. The way her back arches just enough to put her whole figure on display.
His mouth feels dry; he licks his lips to wet them, eyes lowering to trembling cheeks he was pounding away at. Full, round--they shake with each strong push forward that he gives.