She decides to head to the Materia expert.

Tifa didn’t wait another moment. She flipped the sign to CLOSED and stepped outside, closing her eyes a moment to let them adjust to the light outside her dim bar. Something strange happened when she did. She was back in the dungeon she had envisioned earlier. The pot bellied man had exposed the latex clad prisoner’s breasts, her breasts. They jutted obscenely, pale skin and pink nipples contrasting beautifully with the glistening, ebony latex. The man seized his ****’s nipples roughly, tweaking the nipples.

Tifa opened her eyes, flushed and gasping. She had felt that, his hands groping her in the vision. The electric sensation had traveled straight to her sticky cunt, nearly making her collapse as she stood there on her porch. Was this going to happen every time she closed her eyes? She couldn’t go any further without knowing, so she dug her fingernails into her palms and closed her eyes, promising herself she wouldn’t succumb this time.

To any passerby, the Tifa on the porch would have been putting on a lovely show. She was whimpering adorably, her body quaking from some unseen sensation. Her nipples were threatening to puncture her top. Sweet honey oozed slowly down her thigh, eventually soaking into her socks. Behind her eyes, he was sucking and squeezing on her tits, his other hand pumping her pussy while his thumb rolled her clit.

When Tifa came back to her self this time she did collapse clutching the railing. Her powerful legs had been turned to rubber by the sensual ****. She didn’t know how long she had been there or how many times she had came, but her heart was hammering in her chest and her panties were sopping. And every time she blinked, she experienced a split second of what the man was doing to the other her.

In her mind, unbidden, came a thought that was not her own.

Dirty little cumdumpster.

She whimpered aloud, still winded. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination or not, but her collar seemed to grow warmer.