Tifa Lockhart felt a strange pull a primal need for something huge. She pictured it thick dark and demanding. The anticipation alone sent shivers down her spine. Her mind raced with possibilities each more explicit than the last. She knew she had to have it. The thought of her body wrapped around that immense power was intoxicating. It was a craving she couldn't ignore a hunger that needed to be fed. She felt her resolve harden her determination to experience the ultimate pleasure. The journey was about to begin a plunge into pure unadulterated ecstasy. With each step she felt her body open to the coming bliss. She imagined the raw power the sheer size that would fill her completely. Her breath hitched as the moment drew near the collision of worlds. It was everything she'd ever dreamed of and more. The impact was profound a deep rhythmic pounding that echoed through her soul. She bucked and writhed her body completely given over to the sensation. Every inch of her was stretched filled satisfied. The pleasure was unbearable almost painful yet she craved more. She was a vessel for pure ecstasy. The black cream flowed a testament to their shared passion. Her body trembled with the aftershocks of release. Tifa knew this was what she was meant for. Her desire for BBC would never be sated. She would seek it again and again.
Her mind raced with possibilities each more explicit than the last. She knew she had to have it. 
The thought of her body wrapped around that immense power was intoxicating. 
It was a craving she couldn't ignore a hunger that needed to be fed. 
She felt her resolve harden her determination to experience the ultimate pleasure. 
The journey was about to begin a plunge into pure unadulterated ecstasy. 
With each step she felt her body open to the coming bliss. 
She imagined the raw power the sheer size that would fill her completely. 
Her breath hitched as the moment drew near the collision of worlds. 
It was everything she'd ever dreamed of and more. 
The impact was profound a deep rhythmic pounding that echoed through her soul. 
She bucked and writhed her body completely given over to the sensation. 
Every inch of her was stretched filled satisfied. 
The pleasure was unbearable almost painful yet she craved more. 
She was a vessel for pure ecstasy. 
The black cream flowed a testament to their shared passion. 
Her body trembled with the aftershocks of release. 
Tifa knew this was what she was meant for. 
Her desire for BBC would never be sated. 
She would seek it again and again. 