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She was an incredible mess downstairs, something the sahagin seemingly took as an invitation to simply push inside. Tifa's back arched from the sudden pleasure, her lips parting in a moan as his mouth sucked down on her right breast, his thrusts starting slow but quickly picking up pace."Mmmh... making up for your... whorish shenanigans quickly, aren't you?"Her eyes darted sideways, eventually meeting those of Don Corneo, his body lazily strewn across a wide couch as Ifalna sat on top of him. Tifa opened her mouth to respond, but only a moan trailed out, and he gave her a strained smile in response, the woman not giving him much in the way of pause between her bounces."How many... is that now?""Twelve." She whimpered out, without hesitation. Desire burned in her chest - twelve sahagin had so far that night emptied themselves inside her, just the way she liked it, and the night was not nearly over. The owner of the establishment responded to the information roughly how she'd anticipated, an impish smile spreading on her lips as he let out a shaky breath, then another, and then quickly seized Ifalna by her hips to stop her from moving."W-woa woa- e-easy there lady, easy...""Is... something wrong?""You best get off and get your... oh... mouth working... unless you want little Aerith to... get herself a sibling..."Tifa watched from the corner of her eye how the woman froze on top of him, and then, ever so slowly, began to move. Letting out a sigh of relief, Don Corneo's length was almost entirely out of her, with just his bulbous glans still inside, when she suddenly shifted course, lowering herself once more. His eyes opened wide yet the warnings died on his lips as his meat creased, skin billowing up at her tight entrance with each centimeter going inside, his body soon convulsing as he tensed up like a bowstring during the whole descent. The display was such that it momentarily distracted Tifa even from her own pleasure, watching how Don Corneo's thick meat never quite got sheathed all the way to the root before, with a desperate grip on the woman's thighs, his nuts visibly jolted."Oh-oh shit- I'm sorry Aerihhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn!"A sahagin tongue lashed across Tifa's cheek, and she snapped back to her own reality, one in which she was moaning entirely unabashed while riding the aftermath of her own climax. As the customer between her legs grew more fervent in his efforts, she made a mental note to put some money towards the employee betting pool later that night.Both bottles in the break room were full to the brim with gil already, but she had a feeling that "sibling", at least for now, had a leg up compared to "grandchild".-----Aftermath for the most recent Tifa piece, where I felt I wanted some Ifalna in the background. Hope you enjoy it folks! Scheduling this during Thursday so as to be able to continue working, so no progress report this week! Thank you everyone, as always, for your support and kind words! Back to work with me, but take care of yourselves out there, as well as each other!/DH