Kiss David and pull him into bed for round two

21:00 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Matt's Bedroom, Putney

You lean forward, your naked breasts brushing against David's bare chest as you press your lips to his. The kiss starts soft but quickly deepens as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down onto the bed beside you. His towel loosens and falls away, leaving him as naked as you are.

"Round two already?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick with renewed desire.

"Mmm-hmm," you respond, your fingers threading through his hair. "But this time, I want something specific."

David pulls back slightly, his eyes questioning. "What's that?"

You giggle—that new, bubbly sound that comes so naturally now—and lie back against Matt's pillows, spreading your legs in invitation. "I want your mouth on me," you say, the words flowing effortlessly from your lips, as if Mia has always known exactly how to ask for what she wants.

David's eyes darken with lust as he looks down at your exposed body. "I can definitely do that," he says, moving down between your thighs.

The first touch of his tongue sends electricity shooting through your transformed body. Your back arches off the bed, and a high-pitched moan escapes your lips. Your hands find their way to his hair, guiding him to exactly where you need him.

"Oh my god," you gasp as he circles your clit with his tongue. Your hips buck involuntarily. "That feels so fucking good."

David looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours over the curve of your stomach. The sight of him between your thighs—this man who was just your flatmate yesterday—makes your head spin. He slips a finger inside you while continuing to work his tongue against your most sensitive spot, and the dual sensation makes you cry out.

"Right there," you pant, your voice higher and breathier than you've ever heard it. "Don't stop, don't stop!"

He doesn't stop. Instead, he adds a second finger, curling them upward to hit your g-spot while his tongue flicks rapidly over your clit. Your platinum blonde hair fans out across Matt's pillow as your head thrashes from side to side, pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.

When you come, it's with a keening wail that bears no resemblance to any sound you've ever made as Matt. Your body convulses, thighs clamping around David's head as waves of pleasure crash through you. It's different than earlier—more intense somehow, more all-consuming.

As you're still trembling from the aftershocks, David moves up your body, kissing a trail from your inner thigh to your pierced navel, then between your breasts and up to your neck. His erection presses insistently against your thigh.

"Now," you whisper, still breathless, pulling him up for a kiss that tastes of yourself. "I want you inside me now."

David doesn't need to be told twice. He positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance. With one smooth thrust, he buries himself inside you, both of you groaning at the sensation. Your legs wrap around his waist as he begins to move, setting a rhythm that has your C-cup breasts bouncing with each thrust.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he pants, looking down at you with an expression of awe and lust. "So perfect."

The words send a strange thrill through you—part pleasure, part unease. Is he talking to Mia? To Matt? Does he even know the difference anymore?

But your bimbo brain can't hold onto these complex thoughts for long. They dissolve into pure sensation as David drives into you harder, faster, his movements growing more urgent. You claw at his back, your artificial nails leaving red trails on his skin as another orgasm builds within you.

"Yes, yes, yes!" you cry out as you come again, your inner walls clenching around him. The sensation pushes David over the edge, and he follows with a guttural moan, spilling himself inside you.

Afterward, you lie tangled together on Matt's bed, both of you breathing hard. David's arm wraps possessively around your waist, his fingertips tracing idle patterns on the butterfly tattoo at the base of your spine.

"That was incredible," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. "You're incredible, Mia."

The name—your name now—settles over you like a blanket. For a brief, disorienting moment, you can't quite remember why it sounds strange to hear it.

21:45 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | Matt's Bedroom, Putney

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