Tifa's View

Tifa and Aerith were led to a main room with four offsetting bedrooms.

"Ayo, fellas, we've got guests! And y'all got first crack at "entertaining" them! Courtesy of the ever-generous Don Corneo himself! Never forget─the don provides!" the henchmen cheered at Kotch's announcement. "Now you know the rules ... Scotch and I get first dibs. You know I like titties, Scotch ... so I'll take Tifa."

"Fine with me," Scotch said. "This one looks unspoiled."

Tifa sighed. Of course she got paired with Kotch. Their rescue looked like it was solely in the hands of Aerith now. Because as much as she might want to, she was putty around Black men.

It was partly her own fault. Growing up in a small town like Nibelheim, it was just skinny, nerdy boys. Boys like Cloud. Boys she didn't really have much of an interest in. Her dad and the mayor entertained the mayor from Kalm, Fritz, one year. And that had an effect on her. How exotic and debonair and charming he was. He was her first crush.

She'd lost her virginity to a much older man at 18, a white man, but it'd been good. But she'd always harbored that interest in Black men, imaging the contrast, imagining how well they could fuck. She'd planned to move to a bigger city like Midgar, or even a town like Kalm, when fate interceded.

Those were dark years she'd do anything to forget about. The **** of her father ... the torching of her town ... being relocated to Midgar. Fucking and sucking, not of her own free will, but as property. But she'd never forgotten her Black cravings, and when Barret showed up ... well, who wouldn't want a man like Barret. Tall, built like a brick shithouse, dominant, and hung ... he was her dream man.

But Kotch wasn't bad either. He was leaner, stripping off his thuggish outfit, exposing a good sized cock. He gestured for Tifa to strip and she flushed, her reddish brown eyes still dilated. His eyes widened at seeing her plump, fuckable ass.

"I thought you were one," he said, smiling devilishly. "Get over here and ride, bitch."

Tifa needed no other invitation. She was still wearing her black heels, and she squatted over Kotch's cock, easily gripping his manhood and holding it high while she lowered her silky sex onto it. She had a dark landing strip above her sex but was otherwise smooth. She easily enveloped the entirety of his cock.

"Fuck ... so wet ... so good," he groaned.

"You aren't so bad yourself," Tifa moaned. Her sex clung to his cock as her strong leg muscles pulled her up and down the shaft, creating pure ecstasy between them.

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," Kotch moaned. Tifa rode his cock like a madwoman, bouncing up and down the shaft, her moans guttural, animalistic, reaching down and pinching and tugging at her clit fiercely. Kotch's mouth latched onto her breast, suckling the milk that always generated around Black men ... and specific clients. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she went through another orgasm. And they continued to rut throughout the night, both of them seeking to win their most sensuous of battles.