Go find you favorite females

The convention center was packed, a sea of color and chaos as cosplayers of all shapes and sizes mingled and milled about. But there was only one person that he was searching for, only one person that could make his heart race and his loins stir.

He had always been a fan of Final Fantasy 7, and Yuffie was his favorite character. With her short skirt, revealing top, and cocky attitude, she was the embodiment of everything he found attractive in a woman. And today, he was determined to find her, to bring his fantasies to life.

As he weaved his way through the crowd, he caught glimpses of familiar faces, characters from his favorite anime and video games. But none of them were Yuffie. Just when he was starting to lose hope, he saw her. She was standing in the corner, talking to a group of people, her short pink hair and oversized sword impossible to miss.

He approached her, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hi, Yuffie," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I'm a big fan."

She turned to him, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Oh, really?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what makes you think I'm Yuffie?"

He swallowed hard, trying to think of something clever to say. "Well, for one, you have the sword," he said, pointing to the massive weapon at her side. "And two, you're the only one here who looks like Yuffie."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. "Well, well, well," she said. "You're not as dumb as you look. How about we go somewhere and talk more?"

They found a quiet corner of the convention center, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. He couldn't believe it, he was actually talking to Yuffie, his dream girl.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

He swallowed hard, trying to keep his nerves in check. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could talk about... sex," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sex, huh? And why would I want to talk about that with you?"

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Because I think you're hot," he said, his voice trembling. "And I want to have sex with you."

She laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that made his heart skip a beat. "Well, well, well," she said. "You're certainly bold. But I'm afraid I have to decline. I'm not that kind of girl."

He felt his heart sink, but he wasn't ready to give up yet. "Please," he said, desperation creeping into his voice. "I'll do anything. Just give me a chance."

She looked at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face. "Fine," she said finally. "But we're doing it my way."

He nodded, his heart racing with excitement. He had no idea what she had in mind, but he was ready for anything.

She led him to a secluded room, the walls lined with padded mats. "Get undressed," she said, her voice firm.

He did as he was told, his hands shaking as he removed his clothes. He couldn't believe this was actually happening.

She approached him, her eyes raking over his naked body. "You're not so bad," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you're going to have to work for it."

She reached out, her fingers tracing a path down his chest. He gasped as she touched him, his body responding instantly to her touch.

"First, some foreplay," she said, her voice low and seductive. "I want to taste every inch of you."

She started with his lips, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roamed over his body. He moaned as she kissed him, his body on fire with desire.

She moved down, her lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She licked and nibbled at his neck, his nipples, his belly. He gasped as she took him in her mouth, her lips and tongue working him into a frenzy.

"Now, it's your turn," she said, her voice husky. "I want you to taste me."

He did as he was told, his tongue exploring her body as his hands roamed over her curves. He licked and sucked at her nipples, her belly, her inner thighs. She moaned as he tasted her, her body trembling with desire.

"Fuck me," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I want you to fuck me."

He did as she asked, his cock sliding into her wet, waiting pussy. She moaned as he entered her, her body arching to meet his.

He thrust into her, again and again, their bodies moving in a primal rhythm. She moaned and gasped, her nails digging into his back as she climaxed.

"Fuck, yes," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. "I'm cumming."

He thrust into her one last time, his own climax crashing over him. He moaned as he came, his body trembling with pleasure.

They lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in time. "That was amazing," he said, his voice a husky whisper.

She smiled, her eyes shining. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she said. "But don't get too attached. I'm not the kind of girl who does relationships."

He nodded, understanding. He had known what he was getting into, and he had no regrets.

They dressed, their bodies still humming with pleasure. "I'll see you around," she said, her voice casual.

He nodded, his heart heavy. He had known it would be a one-time thing, but it didn't make it any easier.

He left the room, his heart aching with a strange mixture of pleasure and sadness. He had had the night of his life with Yuffie, his dream girl. But he knew he would never see her again.