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Can you describe in detail what it feels like physically & mentally for a man when he shoots his cum deep inside a tight warm wet pussy?

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Izzy barely glanced up from her phone as Daniel kept messing with that stupid app.

“Still on that thing?” she muttered.

Daniel grinned, eyes flicking over the options. “Why not? It’s not real, but damn, it’s got everything in here.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, no shit.”

He hummed, scrolling. “Confidence boost… hypersexuality… full-body transformation. Oh, now this is interesting.”

Izzy rolled her eyes. “What, turning yourself into a werewolf or something?”

Daniel chuckled. “Nah, looks like I could make myself taller, buffer, or…” He paused dramatically. “…a pretty girl.”

Izzy snorted. “Please. You wouldn’t last a day.”

He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. “You think I’d be cute? Maybe, like… a hot blonde? Long legs, big…”

She tossed a pillow at him. “Stop.”

Daniel laughed, dodging it. “What? You wouldn’t want a sexy girlfriend?”

Izzy groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

Daniel grinned. “Fine, fine. Let’s see… seduction boost, increased confidence, and, oh…..”

Then Daniel let out a sharp gasp.

“Ugh. Shit,” he groaned.

Izzy frowned, sitting up. “Danny?”

He lurched to his feet, gripping his stomach like he was about to be sick. 

“I…uh. I’ll be right back,” he choked out, bolting toward the bathroom.

The door slammed shut behind him.

Izzy blinked. “Danny?“

Silence.

Minutes passed.

A knot formed in her stomach. “You okay in there?”

Still nothing.

Her pulse quickened. She stood up, walking toward the door. “Daniel?”

No response.

She pushed the door open. The bathroom was empty.

“What the fuck?“

A soft click echoed from behind her.

Izzy spun around.

And froze.

Lounging in the chair across the room, was her.

A woman. A gorgeous, impossibly stunning woman.

Long, silken hair spilled over bare shoulders. Sculpted legs draped lazily over the armrest. A skin-tight, barely-there black outfit clung to every curve.

And the eyes.

Dark. Smug.

Izzy’s stomach dropped. “Danny?“

The woman smirked, biting her lip in a slow, teasing motion.

“Mmm,” she sighed, stretching like a cat. “Not Danny.“

Izzy took a step back. “No. No way. This must be some kind of …“

The woman giggled.

“Oh, babe,” she purred. “Does it look like I’m joking?“

Izzy’s throat went dry. She couldn’t stop staring.

Danielle noticed.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Danielle trailed a finger down her collarbone, watching Izzy’s reaction with amusement.

Izzy’s hands curled into fists. “This isn’t real. I’m dreaming.“

Danielle just smirked, shifting in her seat, rolling her hips slightly as she uncrossed her legs.

“Feels pretty real to me.”

Izzy swallowed hard. “We…we need to change you back.“

“Back?” Danielle tilted her head, resting her chin in her palm. “Why would I want that?”

Danielle stood, heels clicking against the hardwood, closing the space between them.

Izzy tensed. “Danny…“

“Danielle,” she corrected smoothly.

Danielle reached out, tracing her wrist lightly. “Come on, baby.“

Her other hand slipped beneath Izzy’s hoodie, fingers teasing against the fabric. “You don’t really want to fix this, do you?“

Izzy flinched at the warmth of her touch. “We…“

Danielle grinned.

She leaned in, pressing the faintest kiss against Izzy’s jaw.

“Say my name, baby.”

Izzy’s breathed. “Danielle…“

The second it left her lips, Danielle shivered, her smirk deepening, dark eyes flashing with satisfaction.

“Mmm,” she purred. “That sounded so good coming from you.”

Her body pressed into Izzy’s, warm and soft. Her fingers ghosted over Izzy’s waist, teasing, dragging down so slowly before slipping under the hem of her hoodie.

Izzy sucked in a sharp breath.

“See?” Danielle murmured, lips hovering just over hers. “You feel that, don’t you? That little thrill?”

She trailed a single nail up Izzy’s side, making her tremble.

“That little ache?”

Izzy’s lips parted, her chest heaving. She needs to stop. I should stop this.

Danielle’s mouth brushed against her … light, teasing.

Another kiss. Barely there.

Then another.

Lower.

Lingering.

Izzy’s hands twitched at her sides.

Then Danielle moved in.

Hard.

Needy.

Danielle didn’t tease this time. She took, capturing Izzy’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her hands sliding up, fingers threading into Izzy’s hair, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together, heat surging between them, Danielle’s nails digging into Izzy’s waist as she claimed her.

Izzy gasped into it, her head spinning, her body betraying her as her hands grabbed at Danielle’s hips, pulling her in instead of pushing her away.

Danielle moaned against her lips, kissing her deeper, tongue flicking out, demanding, possessive.

Izzy felt herself melting.

She was losing.

Danielle pressed harder, lips moving faster, her hands roaming, pulling Izzy under, drowning her in sensation.

And then…

Izzy ripped herself away, gasping, her chest heaving.

Her lips burned, tingling from the sheer force of it.

Danielle barely stumbled, her smirk dangerous.

“That’s my girl,” she whispered, voice thick with satisfaction.

Izzy clenched her fists, fighting the need still clawing at her skin.

God, she wanted.

But this wasn’t right.

“Danny…” She gritted her teeth. “Danielle, we need to fix this.”

Danielle’s tongue flicked out, running over her own lips, eyes hungry.

“Fix?” she echoed.

Then she grinned.

“Oh, baby…” she purred.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

Danielle picked up the phone and smiled.

Izzy’s pulse spiked.

She wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but the smug look on Danielle’s face set off every instinct to run.

Danielle paused, locking eyes with her, dragging the moment out, letting the tension build.

Then she pressed the button.

Nothing.

Izzy flinched, bracing for—something—but… there was nothing.

She blinked. Her heart pounded, fingers curling into fists. “What did you do?“

Danielle smirked. Tilted her head. “Wait for it, baby.“

Izzy opened her mouth to snap back…

Then her stomach lurched.

“Oh—“

A pulse of heat exploded inside her, deep, rolling outward in thick, liquid waves. It surged through her veins, wrapping around her spine, clawing up into her skull. Her vision swam, her breath caught, her legs trembled.

“Oh fuck.”

Her fingers twitched uncontrollably. Her skin prickled. Her whole body felt like it was too small … or maybe too much.

“What,” Izzy gasped, clutching at her stomach, but the words dissolved as the sensation took over.

It wasn’t pain.

Not really.

It was something else.

Something she should hate.

But then why did it feel so good?

A strange calm spread through her, like slipping into warm water. Soothing. Familiar. Right.

Her body felt lighter. Her muscles loosened, tension melting away.

Her thoughts were sharper. Clearer. Stronger.

The hesitation she’d always carried was gone.

Why?

Why had she ever hesitated?

She was better than that.

Stronger.

More… dominant.

Izzy inhaled sharply, her breath steadying, her body relaxing.

Her eyes flicked to Danielle.

And something clicked into place.

A new thought. A new truth.

Mine.

Danielle wasn’t just standing there.

She was waiting.

Waiting for her.

Waiting to be claimed.

Izzy licked her lips, and a slow, satisfied smirk curled at the edges.

Yes.

This was right.

Heat flared beneath her skin again, but this time, it wasn’t overwhelming.

It was power.

Her spine straightened, shoulders rolling back as her body shifted, refining itself into something stronger, sharper, irresistible.

Her hoodie and leggings melted away, replaced by silk. The fabric draped over her in a way that commanded attention.

She breathed in, running her nails along her collarbone, feeling the electricity humming beneath her skin.

She knew who she was now.

Who she was meant to be.

She locked eyes with Danielle.

Danielle shivered. “Oh. Oh, fuck.“

Izzy’s smirk deepened.

She took a single, commanding step forward and watched as Danielle instinctively stepped back.

Izzy caught her wrist before she could move any further.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement.

Danielle gasped softly, lips parting, pupils blown wide.

Izzy grinned.

She owned this moment.

She owned her.

“You’re mine now.“