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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 - 2 
[ CAMELTOE | LEGS UP | THONG | TONGUE ]

You snap out of your daydream to see the barmaid standing there with your Seventh Heaven cocktail in hand.
"Please enjoy! And thank you again!", she says with a giggle, turning to serve another customer.

Ah, fuck. You sip the cocktail, grounding yourself with the cold liquid courage so as not to fall back into your filthy fantasy scenario and mess up your chances with the barmaid in reality. Names are a good place to start, right? You peer at the woman again and read a small nametag on her breast... her breasts.... hmm...... no no, snap out of it, read! 

"𝒯𝒾𝒻𝒶"

Tifa. Huh, interesting name. And it's the same handwriting from the cocktail menu, cute. You aimlessly look up from the nametag on her breast while taking another sip of your drink and to your horror, are faced with her burgundy eyes that have been staring at you for god knows how long. You sputter as you go to swallow, realizing she has one brow cocked at you and... a smug smile on her face? Well, she's not mad, that's good at least. Maybe it's time to test your luck. 

You use your eyes to trace her body slowly, starting with just-too-intense levels of eye contact. Dark brown with a tinge of red, and an emotion you can't quite place behind them. You move onto her lips, slightly parted and painted with pink gloss, and very soft looking. You trail down her pale and fragile neck back towards where the nametag is placed on her breast. Her chest is rising and falling with every breath, and the indigo fabric clings onto her breasts for dear life, with any sudden movement totally exposing her to the world. Her waist is tiny and taut compared to her wide hips. You move down to her milky thighs that betray shapely and round ass cheeks just barely visible between her thigh gap. 

God, you just want to fucking ruin her. You move your eyes back up to lock with hers and notice the barmaid... er, Tifa, biting her bottom lip pensively. By her reaction you can tell she felt you studying her. She puts her hands behind her back shyly and leans over the bar to put her mouth close to your ear. You can feel her breath softly graze the side of your face and she whispers a single word: "𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮."