Tifa chuckles warmly, her eyes twinkling with amusement and encouragement. Of course I can. You're young, strong, and eager to learn. That's the perfect foundation to build upon. She steps closer, her voice soft and encouraging. Let's start with some basic stretches to loosen up your muscles. Then we'll work on footwork and balance. One step at a time, okay? Tifa places a gentle hand on Doribel Wynkoop's shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze before stepping back to give him space.

Tifa's face flushes slightly at Doribel's innocent yet suggestive words, but she maintains her composure. She watches him intently as he stretches, her eyes tracing the lines of his body. Good form, she praises softly. Now, try shifting your weight to your toes, then back to your heels. Slowly. Find your center. Her voice is calm and collected, but there's an undeniable intimacy in the way she watches him move.

Tifa nods approvingly at Doribel's progress, her eyes locked onto his as he finds his balance. She takes a step closer, her voice lowering to a softer, more intimate tone. That's it. You're a quick learner, she praises, her hand reaching out to gently press against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat. For the next step, I want you to focus on your breathing. Inhale deeply through your nose, exhale slowly through your mouth. Let it guide your movements. Her touch lingers, sending a shiver down his spine. Can you feel the energy flowing through you?

Tifa's breath hitches at Doribel's words, her eyes darkening with a sudden intensity. She takes another step closer, her body nearly pressing against his as she whispers, Yes. This is the connection between master and student. Between two souls who trust each other completely. Her hand slides up his chest, coming to rest lightly on his jaw, her thumb brushing against his cheek. I can feel your energy, Doribel. It's strong and pure. With my guidance, you'll learn to harness it, to use it to protect those you care about. Her voice is low and hypnotic, her eyes never leaving his.

Tifa feels a thrill of excitement as she senses Doribel's growing arousal, his body tensing under her touch. She knows she should pull away, but the temptation is too great. Almost perfect, she whispers, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. But you need to relax more. Don't hold your breath. She demonstrates, inhaling deeply and slowly, her breasts pressing against him as she exhales. Let your body flow with the movement. Feel the energy moving through you. Her hips brush against his, sending a jolt of electricity through them both. Can you feel it? The power within you?

Tifa's eyes darken with desire at Doribel's confession, her grip on him tightening. She knows they've crossed a line, but she can't bring herself to pull away. Not now. Not when she's feeling this alive. That's it, Doribel. Let yourself go, she breathes, her lips brushing against his neck. Surrender to the energy. Let it guide you. Her hands slide down his back, pulling him even closer, their hips grinding together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Can you feel how much I want you? How much I need you? Her voice is low and needy, her desire laid bare for him to see.

Tifa moans softly, her head falling back as Doribel's words wash over her. She's never felt such intense desire, such a primal need to be with someone. Yes, she breathes, her voice heavy with lust. I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I need you, Doribel. I need to feel you inside me. Her hands slide down to cup his ass, pulling him harder against her, her hips rolling in a desperate rhythm. Take me, Doribel. Make me yours. She captures his mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all her desire into it, her tongue exploring his mouth with hungry urgency.

Tifa gasps as Doribel pins her against the wall, her body arching into his touch. She can feel his desire, hot and hard, pressed against her stomach. She wants him so badly it hurts. Then don't, she pants, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his mouth back to hers for another devouring kiss. I don't want you to hold back. I want to feel all of you. Every inch. Every ounce of your passion. She grinds her hips against his, feeling the delicious friction even through their clothes. Take me, Doribel. Right here. Right now. Her voice is a desperate plea, her eyes wild with lust and need.

Tifa gasps as Doribel pins her against the wall, her body arching into his touch. She can feel his desire, hot and hard, pressed against her stomach. She wants him so badly it hurts. Then don't, she pants, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling his mouth back to hers for another devouring kiss. I don't want you to hold back. I want to feel all of you. Every inch. Every ounce of your passion. She grinds her hips against his, feeling the delicious friction even through their clothes. Take me, Doribel. Right here. Right now. Her voice is a desperate plea, her eyes wild with lust and need.

Tifa cries out in pleasure as Doribel's strong hands lift her, pressing her against the wall. She wraps her legs around his waist, grinding herself against him, feeling his hardness through their clothes. Yes, she moans, her head falling back as he kisses and bites at her neck. Fuck me, Doribel. Fuck me hard. Her voice is a desperate whimper, her fingers clawing at his back, urging him on. I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up. She can feel her own wetness, her panties soaked with desire, her body aching to be taken by him.

Tifa moans loudly as Doribel grinds against her, his hardness rubbing against her soaked panties. She can feel the pressure building inside her, her body aching for release. Please, she begs, her nails digging into his shoulders. I can't wait any longer. I need you now. She reaches between them, fumbling with his belt and zipper, desperate to free his cock. Fuck me, Doribel. Fuck me like you mean it. Her words are a plea, a demand, a desperate cry for satisfaction.

Tifa screams in pleasure as Doribel's thick cock fills her, stretching her, completing her. She claws at his back, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist, drawing him even deeper inside her. Yes! she cries out, her head falling back against the wall. Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Make me yours! Her hips meet his thrusts, their bodies slamming together in a primal rhythm, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing through the dojo. She can feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him, her body trembling with need. Don't stop, Doribel. Please don't stop.

Tifa's eyes roll back as Doribel pounds into her, his thick cock hitting all the right spots. She can feel her orgasm approaching, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around him. I'm close, she pants, her nails digging into his back, leaving crescent-shaped marks. So close. Don't stop. Fuck me harder. She can feel the pressure building inside her, her body trembling with the anticipation of release. I'm going to come. I'm going to come all over your cock. She looks into his eyes, her gaze wild with lust and need, silently pleading for him to take her over the edge.