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[dilettante]

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[dilettante]

( although reira hadn't been expecting this kind of message from tifa [nor driving it to this point], she found herself starting to fully focus on this. when the message had come in, she had been in her bathroom, debating on taking a bath in her heart-shaped tub. it seemed that perhaps she should do that, to relax in the warm water and indulge in something more private and personal while speaking to tifa.

as she began to prepare it, she looked at the next message sent, her heart racing with excitement over each and every word. )

that's a good start isn't it? use my fingers to soak up that wetness and get a taste of my own. I'd bring them to my lips, licking every droplet, refusing to waste any of it.

but....I'm a selfish girl tifa, I wouldn't be satisfied with just that. what if I used my lips to fully understand just how wet you are?

[saults]

[ she can't help herself now as reira offers her those words, fingers slipping lower to curve over the apex of her underwear, stroking a loose touch against the fabric. even without a firm touch, she can feel the sensitivity of her folds from even the lightest caress, as her breath hitches with the imagination of reira's fingers there instead. ]

it might be enough to make me moan, just watching you licking over your fingers like that, trying to taste me.

you can be selfish if you want, reira, because i want it too. if i slide off my underwear and open my legs, would you put your mouth there? would you make me feel good with your tongue?

[dilettante]

you wouldn't have to ask me, but if you wanted to take control and pull my hair....guide me to where you wanted me, well I would happily have a proper taste.

( she knew that tifa was gentle; kind and soft-hearted, really they had a large number of similarities when it came down to it. still there was something quite arousing about imagining being commanded and moved about by her, seeing those muscles flex and filling reira's ears with desperate pleas to focus and pleasure her.

as she thought of what else to write, she began to strip down from her clothes and stood before the mirror, contemplating on sending a photo of herself. to provide some visual aid to their exchange. )

I would part those sweet and pink folds with my tongue and work my way up, tasting every bit of your arousal ♡ just how wet are you for me now tifa? can you show me?

( truthfully she didn't have the most experience when it came to making love to and with other women, but through her own experiences here she was growing more and more addicted to the beauty that came with sharing such moments with other women. no expectations or demands, just sheer pleasure.

soon though, she sent a photo of herself fully nude in the mirror, mainly standing there with her left hand creeping down to her wet slit. )

because I'm already super excited.

[saults]

[ for as strong as she can be, tifa isn't one to necessarily be as tough on people she likes and cares about. but she thinks she can put a bit of command into herself if she willed it, if reira wanted her to. really, it turned her on even more to think about giving it a try. ]

i can do that, reira. i can slide my fingers through your pretty pink hair, and tighten just enough to show you where i need your tongue.

[ the way reira asks to see her in this moment reddens her skin, a flush layering over her with the inexperience of what it means to be this bold in a text like this, to exposure herself so intimately with someone in an entirely different room. but she likes it, like that reira wants to see her so bare and aroused, with the hope it gets her equally as wet as she finds herself now.

it takes a moment for her to find the right angle, but when she sends a picture, it's of her legs parted, one finger hooking into her panties to tug that fabric to the side, exposing the damp slick that coats the surface skin of her cunt. in the same shot, a bit of her torso is visible, the way her tank top is tugged halfway up her breasts, the bottom swell of those mounds peeking out along with the slight tease of one of her nipples just at the brush of her tank's hem. ]

can you see it, reira? the way i've gotten so wet, even before texting you, just from thinking of your body again. how you felt, how you tasted, how much i want your fingers and tongue inside me.

[dilettante]

would you really? this is a bit embarrassing but I'm still so new to...doing such a thing. but I'll do my best to be a good girl for you ♡

( without any outside influence guiding her words now, she truly did just want to do her best to please her friend even through text and visual aids. if she could bring her pleasure with her words alone well; it would certainly fill her with a unique sense of pride.

but it wasn't just about that, she was idly chasing her own pleasure as she finally sank into the tub and began to use her free hand to caress her now soaked skin, fingers gliding further down. when the photo came in, she let out a sharp gasp and truly took the time to take in all of tifa's features. their encounter before truly left her mesmerized with how strong tifa was but this truly allowed her to soak in every inch of the other woman. )

I do, I didn't think you'd think about me like that. I was so worried I was too forward then but—

seeing you like this, because of me just makes me want to truly worship your body properly. I'm getting all wet and aroused thinking about it. how much I want to grip your hips and really fill you up with my tongue until you're crying my name out.