REQUEST: Lightning and Tifa farting

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Tifa eagerly pulled her pants down, her wife finishing the job as she discarded her panties with her fast hands, leaving the martial artist nude. Lightning was in the same boat and Tifa took a moment to admire her spouse's naked form. The toned abs, the curves of her hips, the unabashed look on her face, and the slight upturn of her lips into a pleased smile as she observed right back.

The gurgle of Tifa's guts ended the observation, Lightning's right hand moving towards the source of the noise, palm flat against her belly. Tifa's stomach gurgled again and Lightning pressed just a little.

PUUUBFFFFTT!

The fart rocketed from Tifa's rear and caused her to moan, inhaling her own foul stench, the fist fighter moving closer to Lightning and pressing on her stomach as well.

Tifa feels her arousal only grow as her wife's fart eclipses her own and suddenly Lightning's kissing her for all she's worth, the both of them farting as much as they could. Tifa takes all her martial arts training, all the self-control, directs it towards the muscles of her rear, and lets it all go, the flatulence roaring from her the loudest yet. But despite the thunder erupting from her butt, she can still hear her Lightning's trumpeting answer of a fart and the very fact that it almost beats her own causes Tifa to deepen the kiss.

Breaking apart owing to the needs of oxygen, both women were still connected by a trail of mixed saliva, flushes of arousal marking both their faces, heavy pants escaping their lips. Tifa has her eyes closed as she goes in for another kiss, farting again and again.

When both break apart once more, her eyes are open and she's gently cupping Lightning's face with both hands.

"Next time we're doubling the beans and cabbage. I want us to pollute the room."

"I was thinking we'd use some of your Materia and my powers to spice things up even more. Maybe...if you're up for it...we can fart on each others faces?"

Tifa surges forward, sending Lightning on her back before she turns her over and she's faced with the curvy on the outer edges, toned on the inner heart buttocks of her dear wife. "Why wait?" More aroused than she's ever been, Tifa dives into the reeking, flatulence-spouting, butt and inhales for all she's worth, content as could be at the sounds of her wife's moans of pleasure. She can only imagine how it will feel when Lightning's returning the favor.
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A request for of Lightning and Tifa from Final Fantasy farting while kissing. He is the one who wrote the awesome story to accompany it, so you have him to thank for that . Been feeling a bit slow today, so I guess one thing just led to another. 

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