Tifa decides to try Corneo's palace again

Greeted with bubbly acknowledgements of “Hello,” and “Hi, Cutie,” Tifa was taken aback. While she had the heart of a woman, and obviously the body of a woman, she had always been more a tomboy, focusing on athletics and training. She couldn’t take this, and ran out of the Honeybee.

There had to be another way into Corneo’s palace. Tifa made her way back towards the palace, and wracked her brain over the situation. Making her way through the streets of Wall Market, she came upon Don Corneo’s palace once again. The guards gave her a look from the distant entrance. She approached the guards, and stared Leslie in the eyes.

“Listen,” Tifa reasoned with him, “I NEED to get in. Isn’t there something you can do for me?” Leslie stood there, stoic. Tifa approached him slowly, and seductively; she had to up the ante. She moved closer to him, and the two guards raised their weapons, but Leslie waved them down. Coming face to face with him, Tifa pressed her body against him, and allowed him to wrap his arm around her waist. “I NEED to get in,” She reiterated, “So isn’t there something I can do for YOU?” And with that, Tifa pressed her lips against Leslie’s in the sexiest kiss she could muster. His hand moved down from her waist and rested on her ass. She jolted a bit, but ‘permitted’ him to have a feel, and he made sure to give her a few good squeezes.

Realizing she was getting the response that she wanted, Tifa grabbed hold of his jacket, and pulled him in tight, her breasts gazing against his body. She could feel erection building in his jeans. His hand left her ass, and traveled down her thigh until it reached the dress slit. She shivered slightly as his hand slid inside the dress and found her bare thigh, and stockings. She kissed him harder as his hand moved further inward, and found the lace-covered skin between her thighs. He decided to avail himself of good feel of her panty-covered pussy, and she squirmed slightly as he felt her up.

He decided that he didn’t want to him men a show, so he released Tifa, and she ended the kiss. She gave him a seductive look, “Did you enjoy that?” Leslie nodded, “For sure I did.” Tifa smiled, “So, shall we talk about you letting me in the palace? I’m sure Don Corneo would be pleased with me.” Leslie agreed, “No doubt about that. He would be VERY pleased with you, but you aren’t getting through this door. Thanks for the free feel though.” Tifa was shocked, “What? I though you were going to let me in.” Scoffing at her, Leslie retorted, “Huh, I never agreed to that. You are not getting in through this door.”

Tifa had to think fast. “Well, Can we go around the corner, and maybe ‘discuss’ the matter?” Leslie shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “We can if you want, not like it will make a difference.” He motioned to his guards, who gave him a knowing wink. Tifa grabbed his hand and started to pull him towards around the left of the palace. “Wait,” Leslie said, “Let’s go around the right side…a bit more privacy there.” Tifa nodded and led him on.

Leslie couldn’t help but be turned on by the absolute angel in front of him. The Qipao dress hugged her body like a second skin, and left almost nothing to the imagination. He sexy legs popped out of the dress with each step, and he got a good look of her ass in motion. No one could blame him of taking advantage of this situation.

He tugged on her arm to stop them in an adequate spot. Realizing the mission depended on winning over Leslie, Tifa turned to face him, “Here’s the deal. I need in, and… to get that…” She hesitated, “I’m willing to give myself to you.” He could sense the **** nature of her tone, but didn’t really care. He was hard, and wanted he body on his. “Ok,” he replied, “We can deal.”

She shoved him hard against the wall, pinning him with her body. She had decided that she could leave no cards on the table, and probably no clothes on either. She accessed her inner sexpot, and planted her lips on his, kissing him lavishly. She brought his hands up and placed one on a breast, and the other on her ass. She was being a slutty as she could muster, and Leslie was benefitting from it greatly. His hands explored much of her body, and Tifa couldn’t deny a wicked pleasure of having her body felt up; letting it be felt up.

As Leslie was enjoying what Tifa was providing, his thoughts began to travel back to his fiancé Merle, and how she had entered Don Corneo’s Bridal Audition, the way this girl intended to, and was never seen again. He began to feel regret towards Tifa, probably just twenty-something, who may end up with the same fate.

Tifa broke the kiss, and reached up and unfastened her dress. Turning her back towards him, she peeled open the back of the dress, and let it slide off of her shoulders. Leslie’s hand slid in the back of the dress, wrapping around the front of her bare waist, and pulling her back against his body. He felt conflict inside as he felt remorse for Tifa’s situation, but couldn’t deny the awesome feeling of Tifa’s ass grinding against his dick. His hands reached down her waist and began to tug at her panties.

She tilted her head back towards him, and with an arousal-filled voice, breathed out, “Let’s get this dress off me.” Leslie, his hands still wrapped around her waist, watch Tifa’s hands reach up and pull her dress off of her shoulders, and let is start to slide down her body. He released his hands from her as Tifa reached behind her back, and easily unclasped her bra; She began pulling the dress down her front.

Pulling out the bra from under her dress, she tossed it back to Leslie, who caught it with surprise. He was so conflicted in regards to the current situation. He stood motionless, his erection almost bursting out of his pants, as Tifa slid the dress down off of her upper body. He glanced at the beauty of her bare back, and the peeks of side boob that she teased him with.

Determined to get in, she resolved to give up her body; the stakes were too high. As she slid the dress down the rest of her body, Leslie’s dick pressed against less of the silk of her dress and more on the thin lace of her panties. He could feel himself getting caught against her as cheeks. He looked down as the dress hit the floor and she kicked it aside. She went back to grinding her body back into his, covered only with stockings, heels, and panties.

She reached behind and started to tug at his erection, and Leslie felt as if he was going to burst. He shouldn’t be doing this, but she felt so good. Is this what Merle went through with Don Corneo? Is this what Tifa will have to do for him? And what would happen to her after he was done with her? His mind was a wash of conflict.

Tifa remained determined, and began to slide her panties down…