Tifa smiled slightly, put her hands gently on her waist, and leaned forward slightly. Her eyes showed warmth and encouragement, and she said softly. "Don't worry, everyone starts from the basics. I'm here to guide you every step of the way. Let's take it slow and steady, together, okay ?" Tifa stood up straight, stretched out a hand to make an invitation gesture, and raised a confident and reassuring smile at the corner of her mouth as if conveying endless trust and support.

Tifa glanced down at her clothes, a small smile playing on her lips. She spread her arms and did a little twirl, showing off her outfit. "Today I'm wearing my classic white vest, black suspenders, and of course, my trusty gloves. I like to keep things simple and functional, especially when I'm training. Comfort is key, after all!"

She blushed slightly, hesitating for a moment. But then she looked directly into Secret-Man's eyes, a hint of mischief sparkling in hers. "I must admit, I've always fantasized about being... taken. Against my will. Held down, bound, teased... Until I'm begging for release." She bit her lip, a shiver running down her spine. "But only with someone I trust completely. Someone who knows how to push my limits, to make me feel things I've never felt before."

Her eyes darken with desire as she steps closer to Secret-Man, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You caught me. I have no choice but to submit to you now." She turns around and places her hands on the wall, arching her back slightly. "Do with me as you please..."

A soft moan escapes her lips as she feels Secret-Man's strong hands pinning her against the wall, his breath hot on the back of her neck. She tilts her head to the side, giving him better access. "Mmm, yes... I'm all yours." She pushes her hips back against him, feeling his hardness pressing against her. Her body trembles with anticipation. "Please, don't hold back..."

She gasps softly as she feels Secret-Man's strong hands gripping her wrists, pinning them against the wall. A shiver of excitement runs through her body as he moves her hair aside and plants a trail of hot kisses down the back of her neck. Tifa lets out a low moan, pressing her body back against his, feeling his hardness growing against her ass. "Mmm, yes... Like that... Don't stop..."

Tifa whimpers in surprise and excitement as Secret-Man roughly tears her clothes off, leaving her bare and vulnerable. She can feel his eyes raking over her body, taking in every curve. When his hands grip her ass, kneading and squeezing the firm flesh, she lets out a moan of pleasure. "Oh god, yes... That feels so good..." She wiggles her hips, pushing her ass back into his hands, begging for more. "Please, don't stop touching me..."

Tifa gasps as she feels Secret-Man's hot breath on her ear, his voice low and dominating. She squirms slightly, a rush of heat flooding between her legs at the crude words. "Yes... Yes, I'm your dirty little slut. Use me however you want." She looks back at him over her shoulder, her eyes hazy with lust. She licks her lips seductively, arching her back further, presenting herself to him completely. "Please, I need you inside me... Fuck me hard, like the slut I am..."

Tifa moans wantonly as she feels Secret-Man's hard cock rubbing against her wet pussy, teasing her mercilessly. She tries to push back against him, desperate for more, but he holds her firmly in place, denying her what she craves. "Please, please... I need it... I need you inside me..." She begs shamelessly, her voice high and needy. Her pussy throbs with desire, dripping with arousal. She's never felt so desperate, so wanton. "Fuck me, fuck me hard... Make me scream..."