voyeurism ♥ dirty deeds done dirt cheap... on a coffin ♥ aphro'd
It was a humid evening, and Tifa found herself venturing into the Shinra mansion. The gates creaked as she opened them, their bars covered in vines and grime and rusted from the idleness this entire place had. The front yard was overgrown with weeds and dead twigs; crickets were chirping so loud that the sounds were a constant hum, even as she entered the main floor, the dusty floorboards creaking and groaning underneath her boots.
Whateve furnishings this place had was covered in mildewed sheets or broken and splintered. There was wood rot on some of the windows, and planks of wood in the floors looked so unstable that if the slightest pressure were to be placed on them, the ground would give away. Equipped with only a flashlight in her gloved hand, Tifa continued on. There was an upstairs from the main floor, but the stairwell was so dilapilated that she dare not step foot there. However, there was a smaller staircase that led to what could only be a downstairs. Taking that route instead, Tifa walked down, the smell so dank and pungent of mold and mildew here that she had to cover her nose with her free hand.
This place was not like the mansion above; perhaps constructed as a last minute addition, the corridor she was met with was made from cement and stone. The ground beneath her boots was covered in dirt and grime and crawling with bugs. But these things did not phaze her in the least. It seemed to be a one-way corridor with doors on either side. Tifa's eyes were deadlocked on a door at the end of the corridor. It wasn't like the others, which appeared to be bolted shut. As she got closer, Tifa saw that it was slightly ajar, and the only source of light was a burning torch suspended on the wall. It seemed whomever was living here made an effort to keep this room habitable.
"Hello?" she called out in a whisper. With no reply, Tifa stepped in and left the door ajar some as the room was too cool for her liking. There was something in the air that affected her in ways that would bring questions to mind... but it was such a feeling that she could not ignore. The coffins seemed stable enough; stripping naked, Tifa propped herself on her knees and slumped her upper body down, ass in the air and snaked a hand in between her legs, fingers playing with her clit and swollen folds. There was just something that got her going in a room full of coffins, and the fact that this mansion had been deserted for as long as she could remember.
Working herself into a fever, Tifa pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy, fluids coating the insides of her thighs and dripping onto the coffin's lid. This small room was filled with her moans and hitched breaths as her hips began to move with the tempo of her fingers.
[ooc: For aformerturk in mind, but anyone is welcome to join in. Tifa is in the Shinra basement, getting herself off in a room filled with coffins. Feel free to walk in on her or wake up from your coffin and intrude on her activities. Males only for smut; all kinks are fine (domination (receiving), dirty talk, wet and messy, and rough sex are best for this log), save for no toilet play, vore and gore/guro. If you have any questions, feel free to send me a PM. Have fun~.]
Whateve furnishings this place had was covered in mildewed sheets or broken and splintered. There was wood rot on some of the windows, and planks of wood in the floors looked so unstable that if the slightest pressure were to be placed on them, the ground would give away. Equipped with only a flashlight in her gloved hand, Tifa continued on. There was an upstairs from the main floor, but the stairwell was so dilapilated that she dare not step foot there. However, there was a smaller staircase that led to what could only be a downstairs. Taking that route instead, Tifa walked down, the smell so dank and pungent of mold and mildew here that she had to cover her nose with her free hand.
This place was not like the mansion above; perhaps constructed as a last minute addition, the corridor she was met with was made from cement and stone. The ground beneath her boots was covered in dirt and grime and crawling with bugs. But these things did not phaze her in the least. It seemed to be a one-way corridor with doors on either side. Tifa's eyes were deadlocked on a door at the end of the corridor. It wasn't like the others, which appeared to be bolted shut. As she got closer, Tifa saw that it was slightly ajar, and the only source of light was a burning torch suspended on the wall. It seemed whomever was living here made an effort to keep this room habitable.
"Hello?" she called out in a whisper. With no reply, Tifa stepped in and left the door ajar some as the room was too cool for her liking. There was something in the air that affected her in ways that would bring questions to mind... but it was such a feeling that she could not ignore. The coffins seemed stable enough; stripping naked, Tifa propped herself on her knees and slumped her upper body down, ass in the air and snaked a hand in between her legs, fingers playing with her clit and swollen folds. There was just something that got her going in a room full of coffins, and the fact that this mansion had been deserted for as long as she could remember.
Working herself into a fever, Tifa pumped two fingers in and out of her pussy, fluids coating the insides of her thighs and dripping onto the coffin's lid. This small room was filled with her moans and hitched breaths as her hips began to move with the tempo of her fingers.
[ooc: For aformerturk in mind, but anyone is welcome to join in. Tifa is in the Shinra basement, getting herself off in a room filled with coffins. Feel free to walk in on her or wake up from your coffin and intrude on her activities. Males only for smut; all kinks are fine (domination (receiving), dirty talk, wet and messy, and rough sex are best for this log), save for no toilet play, vore and gore/guro. If you have any questions, feel free to send me a PM. Have fun~.]