Deja vu

With Pearl offering herself to you like this, you can't think straight. Your eyes rake across Pearl's body to her inviting pussy. But this time, you know exactly how nice it'd be to slip back inside.

You... you need to clear your head.

In a haze, you step up between Pearl's legs, and feel her hips. Her skin is hotter than it was when she was blank, but just as soft.

Pearl leans in and gives you a quick kiss. "Let's do it before somebody comes looking." When she sees your hesitation, she chuckles. "C'mon! I'm already wet for you, you know how I get."

You need no more invitation. For the second time tonight, you shuck your shirt, and undo your jeans. Pearl leans back on her hands and waits with a mischievous smiles, her hips slowing rocking in place, practically begging for what comes next.

She's not waiting long.

The second your cock's out, you slot it back inside Pearl - she's so sopping wet you go in easy - and like that you're fucking her again. Except Pearl's wearing more clothes, and she looks like herself. Add a new haircut and a bit of extra green dye, though.

The sensation of pounding her is amazing. And this time, you don't have to curl your toes to keep from blowing your load.

"Oh fuck I needed this," grunts Pearl, bouncing as you fuck her. Far from a passive participant, this time, your best friend uses her leverage to shove her hips back flush against yours every time you hit her with a thrust.

"This is bad," you grunt, understanding you're making a mistake but every fibre of your being no longer caring. Your world is Pearl, and Pearl's body, and how she feels wrapped around you.

"No it's not. Been looking forward to this all night," Pearl assures you, biting her lower lip as you pump against each other. "Fuck this feels good," she moans.

Her hot and heavy words do it for you. You grab her hips, ram home, and climax - Pearl's legs tighten behind your waist, pulling you in and keeping you there. Your second orgasm of the night is weaker than the first, but no less fulfilling.

"Holy shit," you say, hoarsely, panting like you've just ran a mile.

Pearl is beatific, and beams. She leans up, using her legs around your hips as leverage to come steal another smiling kiss from your lips. "That was perfect," she purrs.

"It was?" you ask, baffled.

"Hell yes. You know I love the ride," says Pearl, bucking her hips against yours. Your softening cock twitches again inside her. Your cum oozes out from your joined bodies. "Thinking about you gets me out of bed in the morning. I live for this."

Her words echo what she said before. If there was any shred of doubt left in you, it's gone now. Your fantasy girl Rose, and your best friend Pearl, are now one in the same.