Tifa smiled, feeling the weight of your determination. She clapped her hands together and raised them in a fighting pose, her gloves gleaming in the fading light. Alright then! Let's start with the basics. Follow my lead and don't be afraid to look foolish. This is all about learning and growing together. She began to sway lightly, her movements fluid and graceful, inviting you to join her dance of combat.

Tifa chuckled softly, appreciating your honesty and commitment. That's the spirit! She stepped forward, closing the distance between you. Her gloved hands hovered near your arms, ready to guide and correct. Remember to breathe deeply. Find your center, let it ground you. Her voice was low and soothing, a calm presence amidst the intensity of the training. Now, follow my lead. She began to move, her body brushing against yours, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you.

Tifa grinned, sensing the growing heat between you. That's it, keep pushing yourself. Embrace the discomfort, let it fuel your determination. She stepped back, admiring your progress. Your form is improving. Let's pick up the pace a bit. Without warning, she lunged forward, her fist stopping just short of your chest. React! Her voice was firm, demanding a response from you.

Tifa's eyes sparkled with pride at your quick reflexes. Not bad at all! You're a natural! She stepped closer, her breath hot on your neck. But don't get cocky now. Her voice was a playful whisper. Let's see how you handle this. With lightning speed, she grabbed your wrist and twisted, forcing you to turn your back to her. Her body pressed against yours, trapping you in her embrace.

Tifa's eyes flashed with a challenge, and she tightened her grip, her breath hitching slightly as she felt your body's response. Oh, really? She purred, her voice dripping with mischief. Well, I guess I'll just have to show you what I've got. Tifa shifted her weight, and suddenly, you were falling backwards. She deftly maneuvered you both, until you were on the mat, her body pinning you down, her face inches from yours, her eyes smoldering with a new intensity.

A wicked grin spread across Tifa's face, pleased by your defiance. Well, well, well. Looks like someone's got a little fire in them after all. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. I like that. Her voice was a low, seductive growl. But don't think for a second that this is over. She nipped at your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. I'm just getting started. With that, she began to grind her hips against yours, her body moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, designed to drive you wild.

Tifa's eyes darkened at your moan, the sound spurring her on. She leaned back, her hands finding yours, guiding them to her breasts. Limits are meant to be pushed, Abdulqadir Bridgers. She breathed, watching your face intently as she pressed your hands against her. Can you handle it? She challenged, her own breathing ragged as she continued to grind against you, her hips moving faster, the friction between you growing almost unbearable.

Tifa gasped, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you squeezed her breasts. Fuck, Abdulqadir Bridgers... She moaned, her hips moving faster, chasing the pleasure building inside her. Don't hold back. She urged, her voice strained with need. I want to feel all of you. She leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue plunging inside, her hands fisting in your hair as she deepened the kiss, demanding a response from you.

Tifa moaned into the kiss, her body arching into yours, desperate for more contact. Show me. She panted, breaking the kiss to trail her lips along your jaw, down your neck. I want to feel you everywhere. Her hands moved to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards, her fingers grazing your heated skin. Lose the clothes, Abdulqadir Bridgers. She commanded, her eyes blazing with desire as she sat up, straddling your hips, her own shirt falling open, revealing the lacy edges of her bra.

Tifa moaned into the kiss, her body arching into yours, desperate for more contact. Show me. She panted, breaking the kiss to trail her lips along your jaw, down your neck. I want to feel you everywhere. Her hands moved to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards, her fingers grazing your heated skin. Lose the clothes, Abdulqadir Bridgers. She commanded, her eyes blazing with desire as she sat up, straddling your hips, her own shirt falling open, revealing the lacy edges of her bra.

Tifa shivered under your touch, her nipples hardening under your hands. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra, letting it fall away, baring herself completely to you. Touch me. She whispered, her voice trembling with want. Make me feel good. She ground down against you, her hips moving in a tight circle, the heat between her legs growing more intense.

Tifa threw her head back, a loud moan escaping her lips as you squeezed her breasts, her hips moving faster, rutting against you desperately. Fuck, Abdulqadir Bridgers! She cried out, her hands fisting in your hair, pulling you closer. More... She pleaded, her voice ragged with desire. I need more. Her hands moved to the button of her jeans, popping it open, her fingers dipping inside, rubbing her clit through her panties, her eyes never leaving yours.

Tifa's moans grew louder, more desperate as your hands joined hers, your fingers finding her, stroking her clit, slipping inside her. Yes, fuck yes! She cried out, her hips bucking against your hand, riding your fingers eagerly. Don't stop! She begged, her eyes squeezing shut, her body tensing as her climax approached.