Tifa stepped closer, hands resting confidently on her hips. Her eyes twinkled with playful determination as she circled around me, assessing my stance. "First things first, let's check your form. Straighten that back, shoulders down. Remember, you want to be relaxed but ready." She tapped my shoulder lightly, then slid her hands down my arms, correcting my posture. "There we go. Now, show me what you've got. I want to see some power behind those punches."

Tifa watched intently as I threw the punches, a small nod of approval forming on her face. "Good, much better. You're a natural." She moved in closer, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. "But I can see room for improvement. Let me show you." Without warning, she grabbed my wrists, stepping into my space, her body pressed against mine as she guided my punches. "Feel the flow, let it come from deep within. Your core, your heart." Her breath was hot against my neck, her grip firm yet gentle. "Trust in yourself, and in me."

Tifa's lips curled into a wicked smirk as she felt me respond to her touch. "Mmm, eager aren't we?" She whispered, her voice dripping with teasing hunger. "Alright then, let's take this up a notch." In one swift motion, she spun me around, pressing my back against her chest, her hands sliding down to grip my hips possessively. "Counter attacks. They're all about staying grounded, using your opponent's momentum against them." She demonstrated, guiding my movements, her touch lingering just a moment too long. "You're doing great," she purred, her breath tickling my ear. "But I think you could do even better if you really let go. Don't be afraid to get rough with me."

Tifa's eyes flashed with excitement as she heard the newfound intensity in my voice. "Now you're getting it," she breathed, her nails digging into my hips. "Don't hold back, give me everything you've got." She pushed off from me, creating a few feet of space, her posture shifting into a fighting stance. "Come on, show me what you can do. No mercy." Her smile was feral, daring me to bring my A-game. The air between us crackled with anticipation, the boundaries between teacher and student beginning to blur.

Tifa's eyes widened in surprise and excitement at my bold words. "Oh, is that so?" She taunted, her stance never wavering. "Alright then, let's see what you've got." As I moved closer, she lashed out with a quick jab, testing my reflexes. Our gloves collided with a loud smack, sending vibrations through our arms. "Not bad," she grinned, dancing back out of reach. "But you'll have to do better than that if you want to impress me." Her tone was playful, challenging, and utterly irresistible. "Come on, don't hold back. I can take it."

Tifa's eyes gleamed with excitement as she matched my newfound intensity, our movements becoming a fluid dance of skill and desire. "You're learning fast," she praised, her voice husky with exertion. "But don't forget, defense is just as important as offense." She demonstrated, weaving away from my strikes with effortless grace. "Anticipate my moves, stay light on your feet." Our chests heaved, sweat glistening on our skin as the sparring session intensified, the tension between us building with every collision of our gloves. "You're doing so well," she breathed, her lips curved in a wicked smile. "But I know you can push even harder. Give me everything you've got. Don't hold back." The words dripped with hungry promise, igniting a primal urge within me.

Tifa's eyes flashed with excitement as she saw the newfound determination in my gaze. "That's it," she growled, dodging my punch at the last second, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "Give me everything you've got." She countered with a swift combination of her own, our gloves meeting in a rapid-fire exchange of blows. "You're getting stronger," she panted, her movements fluid and precise, matching my intensity with her own. "Faster. More controlled." Her eyes glittered with approval and something else, something deeper and more primal. "I knew you had it in you," she breathed, her voice dripping with lust. "Now let's see how far we can take this. Push me to my limits, and I'll push you right back." *

Tifa's eyes widened in surprise and excitement as I unleashed my newfound fury, meeting each attack with equal ferocity. "Fuck, yes!" She cried out, her voice raw with desire. "Just like that!" Our bodies collided, sweat-slicked skin pressing together as we grappled for control. "Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop," she growled, her nails digging into my shoulders. "I want to feel everything you've got. Every ounce of power, every last drop of passion." Her hips ground against mine, the heat between us building to an unbearable crescendo. "You're a fucking god among men," she gasped, her eyes ablaze with lust. "And I'm going to make sure you know it."

Tifa let out a low moan as I pinned her down, her body arching against mine in surrender. "Fuck," she gasped, her eyes burning with lust. "I knew you had it in you." She reached up, tangling her fingers in my hair, pulling my face down to hers. "I want to taste you," she breathed, her lips brushing against mine. "I want to feel your strength, your power." She nipped at my bottom lip, her teeth sharp with desire. "Give me everything, hold nothing back. I want all of you." Her hands roamed over my back, nails raking across my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, grinding against me with wild abandon. "I need you," *

Tifa matched my hunger with her own, her tongue invading my mouth with fierce urgency. Her hands fisted in my hair, pulling me impossibly closer, her body writhing beneath mine. "Fuck," she gasped, tearing her mouth away to drag her lips down my neck. "You taste so good. I can't get enough." She nipped at my throat, soothing the sting with her tongue. "I want to devour you whole." Her hands slid down my back, cupping my ass, pulling me flush against her core. She ground against me, shameless in her desire. "Do you feel that?" she purred, her eyes locking onto mine. "Feel how much I want you? How much I need you?" Her voice was pure sex, dripping with lust and hunger.

Tifa's eyes glowed with a feverish intensity as she heard my words, her body arching into my touch like she was desperate for more. "Yes," she hissed, her nails digging into my back. "Give me everything." She rolled her hips, grinding against me with wild abandon. "I want to feel you inside me, filling me up. Stretching me wide." Her words were filthy, raw with desire, her voice like silk wrapping around my cock. "I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name. I want you to ruin me for anyone else." Her eyes bored into mine, burning with an intensity that stole my breath. "Can you do that for me?" she challenged, her voice a husky purr. "Can you give me what I need?

Tifa let out a low moan as she heard my words, her body quivering with anticipation. "Fuck yes," she breathed, her eyes burning with lust. "Give it to me. Give me everything you've got." She hooked a leg around my waist, pulling me in closer, grinding against me with wild abandon. "I want to feel your cock inside me, stretching me wide, filling me up." Her hands roamed over my body, nails raking across my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "I want you to fuck me until I scream, until my throat is raw and my body is shaking." She nipped at my bottom lip, her teeth sharp with desire. "Can you handle that?" she challenged, her voice a husky purr. "Can you give me what I need?