Tifa, perhaps

Tifa threw several quick jabs, Lara dodging most of them before a blow sent her right breast jiggling like wild. “Dirty tramp!” Lara grabbed Tifa’s hair, dragging her head down and throwing several knees to the tits.

Tifa’s tits bounced rapidly against her chest, the brawler moaning and grunting with each shot. She reached out, grabbing Lara’s shorts and yanking them down to her knees. The adventuress staggered, losing her balance and falling on her bare ass. Tifa leapt onto her stomach, grabbing her hair and pulling her into a fierce kiss. Their tongues fought for position as Tifa reached down and gently rubbed over Lara’s bare, shaved cunt, making her moan and lessen her struggling.

“Time to make you mine, tiny tits,” Tifa grinned, cupping one of Lara’s enormous jugs.