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"Mhh... next."

The night had carried on much in the way Tifa was used to. Guards would show up in droves, and over time, she'd whittle down the contents of their wallets and jewels both, until she on unsteady legs would make her way back to the bar for a much appreciated and sorely needed shower.

"O-oh damn, you're huge!"

Her comment rolled off her lips almost automatically - stroking the ego of customers was part of the whole game, though she had to admit that it had come out of her a bit more natural this time around. The man behind her was in fact huge, and as a calloused hand grabbed her by the hip and his pelvis hit her behind with a resounding smack, Tifa found her moans of pleasure a bit less performative than usual.

"So this is where you've been at."

The voice behind her made her freeze, and hadn't it been for the rhytmical way in which her body was thrust into, Tifa would have stood absolutely still, like a deer in headlights. Her head turned, eyes straining in their sockets to look behind her, and she felt her face, already flushed from arousal and exertion, turn a deeper shade of crimson still.

"B-Barret. I- uh..."

The man paused his thrusts with particularly rough emphasis on the last one, chin raising slightly as he remained buried to the hilt inside her, tongue lashing out to moisten his lips as he let out a low, satisfied sigh.

"They're waiting on ya over by the bar, you know."

"I-I was... just finishing up."

"Sure seems that way. Only one lad left, and he seems to be on his last legs."

The guard trembled as Tifa shifted, his member entirely buried between her massive mounds and the motion making his glans pop out momentarily. Seemingly straining to remain upright, he changed his grip on the wooden box beneath to instead prop himself up by the knuckles, sweat trickling down the portion of his face not obscured by his helmet.

"D-don't mind me, I'm just... some guy."

"Then listen up, guy. I'll be giving the girl what she wants real soon, and then we'll switch around so you can give those arms of yours a rest. That understood?"

"U-understood."

"Good." Barret simply stated, and before Tifa could get a word in, started thrusting again. Her approval immedpately rang out in the alley, its echo luckily dying amidst the hum of generators and industry, each moan and whimper punctuated by Barret's rhytmical, merciless thrusts, though neither of them reaching the main streets.

"You're a damn mess back here." He moaned, and Tifa could clearly feel his girth pushing out whatever seed the Shinra guards had been filling her with over the course of the night - an array of squelches and unseemly squirts that eventually left a trickle running down her inner thigh.

"And about to get messier." Barret suddenly breathed, and Tifa's jaw dropped in a silent scream as he suddenly filled her - jets of seed hitting her insides with such force that she felt it over her own climax, whatever small space existed in her reaching its limit instantly with Barret twitching from the sudden squirt of it that rocketed out to hit his jewels.

"Right." Barely finished, he pulled out unceremoniously, more of it splattering against the ground as Tifa's shaky legs suddenly had to carry her whole weight again. As he stepped up by her side, the guard hurriedly got out of the way of the significantly more imposing man, and before Tifa knew it, she was staring - eyes wide and face red - at Barret's own eyes, his semi-flaccid member propped upright by virtue of her massive breasts.

"Get to work... I really don't wanna put it back in my pants like this."

Her mouth closed around his swollen glans just as the guard entered her from behind, and as she stared up at her friend with wanton eyes, slowly inching her plump lips further down his length, she felt him jolt - and then, slightly harden. They simply looked at each other as Tifa nursed his log with a slow, loving tenderness, eyes occasionally fluttering away, avoiding contact, like they were slowly becoming aware of the implications of what they were up to.

"You're real good at this." He murmured, and Tifa felt her face catch fire once again. Mumbling a thanks around his girth, she willed herself to not break eye contact, and as he returned the gaze with the same fire in his eyes, both of them came to a silent realization, if not agreement, that they'd be staying in that alley for just a little while longer.

It had, after all, been more than a handful of minutes since the guard had limped off, leaving them entirely alone.

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