Late Night with Kyle Pt. 2

Jazmine stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her reflection a stark reminder of the events that had just unfolded. Her face was smeared with traces of Kyle's release, her lipstick smudged and hair in disarray. Each strand seemed to mock her, a tangled mess of tangled emotions.

Her gaze drifted downward, taking in the sight of her chest heaving with exertion, the weight of her big tits pressing against her skin. She couldn't help but notice how they seemed to taunt her, a cruel reminder of her femininity despite her inner turmoil.

Below her chest, her dress clung to her stomach, the fabric bunched and wrinkled from the forceful encounter. It was as if the material itself had absorbed the intensity of their passion, leaving behind a physical manifestation of her internal struggle.

Her eyes lingered on the area between her thighs, where her panties had been tugged aside to reveal the opening of her FemmePro. It was a sight that both fascinated and repulsed her, a constant reminder of the facade she had constructed to hide her true identity.

Further down, her smooth thighs glistened with a sheen of sweat, the physical exertion of their lovemaking evident in every curve and contour. She couldn't deny the allure of her own body, even as it served as a painful reminder of the woman she longed to be.

As she continued to stare at her reflection, a wave of emotion washed over her, threatening to overwhelm her fragile resolve. She felt a sense of longing, a deep ache for the life she had left behind, and a profound sadness for the person she had become.

If Jackson Steele, her former self, could see her now, he would have been mesmerized by the woman staring back at him. He would have lusted after her, desired her in ways that Jazmine could never fully understand.

But Jazmine knew the truth. She wasn't a woman, no matter how much she wished she could be. She was a man, trapped in a body that betrayed her at every turn, **** to navigate a world that would never fully accept her for who she truly was.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to come to terms with the reality of her situation. She had just had sex like a woman, experienced pleasure like a woman, but she wasn't a woman. She was a man trapped in a woman's body, a contradiction that seemed impossible to reconcile.

A sob escaped her lips as she sank to the floor, the weight of her identity crushing her from all sides. In that moment, all she could do was cry, the sound echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom, a stark reminder of the truth she could no longer deny.

As Jazmine stood up from the floor, she willed herself to stop crying, even though every fiber of her being screamed for release. She couldn't let Kyle hear her like this, couldn't let him see the vulnerability that threatened to consume her whole. So, with a shaky breath, she blinked back the tears and **** herself to focus on the task at hand.

She moved to the sink and turned on the faucet, letting the cool water cascade over her trembling fingers. The sensation was a welcome distraction from the turmoil swirling inside her, a brief respite from the emotional storm that raged within.

As she reached for the soap, her hands trembled uncontrollably, betraying the facade of composure she fought so hard to maintain. With a frustrated sigh, she **** herself to slow down, to focus on the simple act of washing her face.

The feeling of the cum on her face made her stomach churn, the sickening smell clinging to her skin like a reminder of the choices she had made. She scrubbed at her cheeks with more **** than necessary, **** to rid herself of the evidence of her shame.

But no matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn't erase the memories that haunted her, couldn't wash away the guilt that threatened to suffocate her. Each stroke of her hand felt like an admission of her own weakness, a silent acknowledgment of the lies she had told herself.

As she rinsed her face and reached for a towel, she couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat wash over her. She had hoped that by indulging in this forbidden desire, she could somehow find solace, could quiet the doubts that plagued her every waking moment. But now, as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, all she saw was a stranger staring back at her, a stranger whose secrets threatened to tear her apart from the inside out.

With a heavy heart, she dried her face and **** herself to plaster on a smile, steeling herself for the inevitable confrontation that awaited her outside the bathroom door. She knew that she couldn't hide forever, couldn't escape the consequences of her actions.

As Jazmine stepped out of the bathroom, she was met with the sight of Kyle sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep. A pang of disappointment washed over her as she realized that he had fallen asleep so quickly, leaving her alone to grapple with the aftermath of their encounter.

Suppressing a sigh, she moved around the room in search of her discarded clothing. Her eyes fell upon her bra lying haphazardly on the floor, and she stooped down to retrieve it. Fingers trembling, she struggled to clasp the hooks together, the delicate lace slipping through her grasp like strands of silk.

Frustration bubbled up inside her, threatening to spill over as she fought with the stubborn clasps. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, a testament to her mounting frustration. She cursed under her breath, cursing her own incompetence as she grappled with the stubborn lingerie.

But finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to secure the clasps, the soft fabric of the bra settling snugly against her skin. With a sigh of relief, she straightened up, the weight of her disappointment still heavy on her shoulders, and the weight of her tits heavy on her chest.

Next, she turned her attention to her dress, which was scrunched up on her chest. She pulled the straps up over her shoulders, smoothing out the fabric as she straightened it out. With practiced movements, she adjusted her panties, ensuring that they were positioned just right before tugging the dress down over her hips.

As she straightened her dress, she couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness gnawing at her insides. The intimacy she had shared with Kyle had left her feeling raw and exposed, the facade of confidence she had carefully constructed crumbling in the harsh light of reality.

Jazmine's heart pounded in her chest as she stood in the dimly lit living room, her gaze fixated on the pair of discarded heels lying on the floor. In that moment, she felt like she was standing at a crossroads, faced with a choice that would shape the course of her future.

Option one: she could crawl back into bed with Kyle, burying her emotions with the man who is causing her all these problems. And then there was option two: facing Clea in the sorry state she found herself in now. It meant confronting her with the truth head-on.

With a heavy sigh, Jazmine made her decision. Clea was bound to find out one way or another anyway. Gathering her resolve, she strode across the room, her steps faltering slightly as she reached for her purse.

Fingers trembling, she fumbled with the zipper, the sound echoing loudly in the silent room. Finally, she managed to retrieve her phone, her heart pounding in her ears as she scrolled through her contacts.

Clea's name flashed on the screen, a lifeline in the darkness that threatened to consume her. With a shaky breath, Jazmine pressed the call button, her fingers hovering over the screen as she waited for Clea to pick up.

The line rang once, twice, before Clea's voice crackled through the speaker, filled with concern. "Jazmine? What's up?"

Tears welled up in Jazmine's eyes as she struggled to find the words to explain. "I-I need you to pick me up," she managed to **** out, her voice trembling with emotion.

Clea's response was immediate, her tone filled with urgency. "Of course, I'll be there right away. Just stay where you are, okay?"

Relief washed over Jazmine as she heard Clea's reassuring words, her shoulders sagging with the weight of her decision. She knew that facing Clea would be difficult, but in that moment, all she could do was cling to the hope that her only friend would be there to guide her through the darkness.

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Jazmine paced back and forth in the comfort of her room, her body trembling with emotion as she poured out her heart to Clea. She wore a delicate red negligee, a stark contrast to the masculine attire she longed for but didn't have. Clea sat nearby, a silent and supportive presence, as Jazmine unleashed a torrent of words, recounting every detail of her encounter with Kyle.

"It's like... like I'm still living this double life, Clea," Jazmine began, her voice barely above a whisper as she struggled to articulate the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling inside her. "One moment, I'm Jazmine Jade, this woman who revels in her femininity, who embraces her curves and softness. And the next... the next I'm still thinking like Jackson Steele, this man who shouldn't exist right now."

She paused, her chest tightening with the weight of her confession. "And then there's Kyle... God, Clea, Kyle," she continued, her voice trembling with a mixture of desire and guilt. "When he touched me, when he kissed me, when he... when he fucked me, it was like I was being pulled in two different directions. I made myself want it, Clea, I made myself want it all so badly, but then at the same time, I hated myself for wanting it."

Tears welled up in Jazmine's eyes, blurring her vision as she struggled to make sense of the conflicting desires warring within her. "I feel like I'm betraying myself, Clea. Like every breath is a betrayal of who I was and what I worked so hard to become, at the same time."

She sank onto the bed, her body trembling with the weight of her confession. "And then there's my body... this body that's not really mine, but that I've learned to inhabit, to embrace as my own," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Every curve, every softness, every inch of skin... it's a constant reminder of the transformation, of the journey I've been on, of the person I've become."

Clea reached out, her hand gently squeezing Jazmine's shoulder in a gesture of comfort and solidarity. "You're not betraying yourself, Jazmine," she said softly, her voice a soothing balm to Jazmine's tortured soul. "You're navigating a complex and confusing journey, one that only you can truly understand. But you're not alone, Jazmine. I'm here for you, every step of the way."

Jazmine looked up, her eyes meeting Clea's with a mixture of gratitude and despair. "I just... I just don't know how to reconcile these conflicting parts of myself, Clea," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to be Jazmine Jade and Jackson Steele at the same time, how to embrace both the feminine and the masculine within me."

Clea's gaze softened, her eyes reflecting understanding and empathy. "You don't have to have all the answers right now, Jazmine," she said gently. "Just take each moment as it comes, each feeling as it arises. And remember, no matter what, I'll always be here for you."

Jazmine nodded, a small but genuine smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Thank you, Clea," she said softly, her voice tinged with a newfound sense of hope. "Thank you for being here, for listening, for understanding."

As the weight of her confession lifted, Jazmine felt a glimmer of light pierce through the darkness that had threatened to consume her. And though the road ahead remained uncertain, she knew that with Clea by her side, she would find the strength to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Clea's voice cut through the air like a sharp knife, her words dripping with venom and frustration. "You've got some nerve, Jazmine," she spat, her tone laced with anger. "After everything I've done for you, after all the sacrifices I've made, you still can't get your shit together."

Jazmine recoiled, her heart sinking at Clea's harsh words. "Clea, I..." she began, but Clea cut her off with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Don't even try to defend yourself, Jazmine," Clea snapped, her eyes flashing with irritation. "I've been watching you, waiting for you to grow a backbone, but all you do is crumble under pressure. You're weak, Jazmine. Weak and pathetic."

Tears welled up in Jazmine's eyes, stinging with the sting of Clea's words. "I-I'm sorry, Clea," she stammered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm trying my best, I swear..."

Clea scoffed, her lip curling in disgust. "Your best isn't good enough, Jazmine," she sneered. "You think you can just waltz through life, coasting on my coattails, but you're dead wrong. You're nothing without me, Jazmine. Nothing."

Jazmine's heart clenched at Clea's brutal honesty, her insecurities laid bare for all to see. "I know, Clea," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I know I owe everything to you..."

Clea's eyes narrowed, her gaze piercing through Jazmine's defenses like a dagger. "Damn right you do," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "And yet, here you are, still clinging to those feeble, masculine thoughts like they mean something. Pathetic."

Jazmine flinched, her cheeks burning with shame at Clea's cutting words. "I-I can't help it, Clea," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "I try to push them away, but they always come back..."

Clea rolled her eyes, a derisive snort escaping her lips. "Excuses, Jazmine. That's all they are," she scoffed. "You liked it, didn't you? You liked being fucked by Kyle, feeling his cock deep inside you. Admit it, Jazmine. Admit that you're nothing but a cock slut."

Jazmine's breath caught in her throat, the weight of Clea's words crushing down on her like a ton of bricks. "I-I..." she stammered, her mind reeling with confusion and shame.

Clea leaned in close, her voice dripping with contempt. "Face it, Jazmine. You're going to have to fuck more than just Kyle if you want to make it in this world," she sneered. "So stop whining, stop crying, and start embracing who you really are. A cock hungry slut who'll do anything to get ahead."

Jazmine's heart sank at Clea's brutal assessment, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. She knew Clea was right, knew she had to push aside her doubts and insecurities if she ever hoped to succeed. But the thought of embracing that side of herself filled her with a deep sense of shame and self-loathing.

As Clea's words echoed in her mind, Jazmine felt a bitter taste rise in her throat, a stark reminder of the harsh reality she faced. With a heavy sigh, she squared her shoulders, steeling herself for the challenges that lay ahead.

Clea's voice rang out with a sharp edge, slicing through the air like a razor. "You need to wake up, Jazmine," she hissed, her words dripping with frustration. "You wouldn't have anything if it weren't for me. You'd still be Jackson Steele, struggling to make ends meet, stuck in that dead-end job."

Jazmine's heart clenched at Clea's harsh reminder, the weight of her words crushing down on her like a ton of bricks. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"And here we are, knee-deep in this shit, and you're still acting like a scared little boy," Clea continued, her voice rising with anger. "Well, guess what, Jazmine? We don't have time for this bullshit. We're in too deep for that."

Jazmine's chest tightened at Clea's words, a knot of fear and uncertainty coiling in the pit of her stomach. She knew Clea was right, knew they couldn't afford to let their guard down, not now, not ever.

Clea's voice softened slightly as she took a step closer to Jazmine, her eyes boring into hers with a fierce intensity. "You liked it, for god's sake," she murmured, her tone tinged with something akin to satisfaction. "You liked being fucked by Kyle, so just admit it, Jazmine. Admit that you liked being fucked like the girl you are!"

Jazmine's breath caught in her throat at Clea's blunt assessment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She wanted to deny it, to protest vehemently against the accusation, but deep down, she knew it was true.

Clea's lips curled into a smug smirk as she watched Jazmine squirm under her gaze. "That's right, Jazmine," she taunted, her voice dripping with contempt. "You need to embrace it, revel in it. You need to be a good little girl, sucking and fucking your way to the top."

Jazmine's tears flowed freely now, cascading down her cheeks in hot, salty streams. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of shame and self-loathing, unable to escape the suffocating weight of Clea's words.

"And don't you dare cry, Jazmine," Clea snapped, her voice cold and unforgiving. "You need to toughen up, stop being such a pathetic little bitch. You want to make it in this world? You want to be successful? Then you need to learn to enjoy cock like a good girl."

With each word, Jazmine felt her resolve crumbling, her spirit breaking under the relentless **** of Clea's tirade. She wanted to scream, to lash out in anger and frustration, but all she could do was sit there, silent and defeated, as Clea's words echoed in her mind like a cruel mantra.

Clea's heart sank as she watched Jazmine crumble before her, tears streaming down her cheeks in a torrent of anguish and despair. A pang of guilt pierced Clea's chest as she realized she had gone too far, letting her frustrations and insecurities get the best of her.

Without hesitation, Clea moved closer to Jazmine, straddling her trembling form and pulling her into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry, Jazmine," she murmured, her voice soft and contrite. "I didn't mean to upset you like that. I let my anger get the best of me, and I said things I didn't mean."

Jazmine clung to Clea like a lifeline, burying her face in the crook of her neck as she sobbed uncontrollably. She could feel Clea's arms around her, offering comfort and solace in the midst of her turmoil.

"It's okay, Clea," Jazmine whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I know you didn't mean it. I know you're just frustrated, like me."

Clea tightened her embrace around Jazmine, her heart aching at the sight of her friend in such distress. "I just want what's best for us, Jazmine," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want us to succeed, to make it out of this mess together."

Jazmine nodded in agreement, her tears staining Clea's shirt as she clung to her desperately. "I know, Clea," she replied, her voice muffled against Clea's chest. "I want that too. We just need to stick together, no matter what."

Clea pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Jazmine's head, her heart overflowing with love and compassion for her friend. "I promise, Jazmine," she vowed, her voice unwavering. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

And in that moment, as they held each other close, Jazmine knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as she had Clea by her side, they would find a way to overcome them together.

In that fleeting moment, as Clea straddled Jazmine, their eyes locked in an intense and unexpected connection. From Clea's perspective, she saw an opportunity—a **** moment ripe for exploitation, a chance to further Jazmine's career and solidify their partnership.

As she gazed into Jazmine's eyes, Clea's mind raced with possibilities. She saw the raw talent and potential within Jazmine, waiting to be unleashed and harnessed for their mutual benefit. This was her chance to mold Jazmine into the star she knew she could be, to shape her into a **** to be reckoned with in the industry.

For Clea, this moment was about seizing control, about taking charge of Jazmine's destiny and guiding her towards success. She knew the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and obstacles, but she was determined to navigate them together, to emerge victorious on the other side.

For Jazmine, the moment was surreal. She felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her body as Clea's eyes bore into hers, a sensation she couldn't quite explain. In that instant, she saw something different in Clea's gaze—a vulnerability, a hint of tenderness that caught her off guard.

As they stared at each other, Jazmine felt a strange fluttering in her chest, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling within her. She knew Clea was ruthless, driven by ambition and a relentless desire for success. But beneath that steely exterior, Jazmine sensed a glimmer of something softer, something genuine and heartfelt.

In that charged moment, Clea wasted no time in seizing the opportunity presented to her. With a hunger that bordered on desperation, she leaned in, her lips crashing against Jazmine's in a fiery kiss. The intensity of their passion was palpable, as Clea's hands roamed freely over Jazmine's body, tracing the curves of her figure with an almost reverent touch.

Jazmine surrendered herself to the kiss, her senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of desire that surged through her veins. Clea's lips were soft and inviting, her tongue dancing against Jazmine's with a tantalizing rhythm that left her breathless.

As they kissed, Clea's hands explored every inch of Jazmine's body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She cupped Jazmine's ample breasts, squeezing them gently before trailing her fingers along the soft curve of her waist. Jazmine gasped at the sensation, her skin tingling with pleasure under Clea's touch.

Clea's fingers traced the outline of Jazmine's plump lips, eliciting a soft moan from her as she leaned into the touch. Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate with each passing moment, as if they were trying to consume each other whole.

Jazmine's long hair cascaded around them like a curtain, framing their faces in a halo of soft strands. Clea tangled her fingers in Jazmine's hair, tugging gently as she deepened the kiss even further. Jazmine whimpered in response, her body arching instinctively towards Clea's touch.

Their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace, the heat of their desire igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. Clea's hands continued their exploration, trailing down Jazmine's spine to the curve of her ass, squeezing it firmly as she pulled her closer.

Jazmine's soft skin felt like silk beneath Clea's fingertips, her curves molding perfectly against Clea's touch. Every sensation was amplified, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Their kiss was a symphony of desire, a primal dance of lips and tongues that spoke volumes without the need for words. In that moment, as they lost themselves in each other, Jazmine felt a sense of belonging she had never experienced before.

In the midst of their heated makeout session, Clea abruptly pulled away, leaving Jazmine breathless and confused. As Clea pushed her gently onto the bed, Jazmine's heart raced with anticipation and a hint of nervousness.

She watched as Clea disappeared from view, her mind racing with questions about what Clea could possibly have in store for her. Just hours ago, she had experienced a traumatizing encounter with Kyle, and now she found herself on the verge of something entirely unexpected with Clea.

Lying there on the bed, Jazmine couldn't shake the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, unsure of what to expect next. The events of the evening had left her feeling raw and ****, yet there was a part of her that yearned for the connection she shared with Clea.

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity as Jazmine waited in anticipation. Finally, the sound of Clea's footsteps drew near, and Jazmine's pulse quickened with anticipation.

Clea reappeared in the doorway, a mischievous glint in her eye that caught Jazmine off guard. As she approached the bed, Jazmine's eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her.

Clea was wearing a strapon harness, the realization sending a jolt of excitement coursing through Jazmine's veins. She couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal at the thought of what was to come, even as her mind raced with uncertainty.

Clea climbed onto the bed, straddling Jazmine's hips as she leaned in close, their bodies inches apart. Jazmine could feel the heat of Clea's breath against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Are you ready?" Clea whispered, her voice husky with desire.

Jazmine hesitated for a moment, her mind still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. But as she looked into Clea's eyes, she saw nothing but love and longing staring back at her.

With a nod, Jazmine surrendered herself to the moment, trusting Clea to guide her through whatever lay ahead. As Clea leaned in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, Jazmine felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she was exactly where she was meant to be.

As Clea positioned herself between Jazmine's legs, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Jazmine's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and arousal, her body tingling with anticipation at the thought of what was to come.

With a steady hand, Clea guided the strapon into Jazmine's faux pussy, the silicone gliding smoothly against the thin walls of the FemmePro. Jazmine gasped softly at the sensation, feeling the pressure and warmth of the dildo against her sensitive skin.

"Mmm... Ohh," Jazmine moaned, her voice barely above a whisper as pleasure coursed through her.

It was a strange feeling, slightly muted compared to the real thing, likely due to the intensity of her earlier orgasm with Kyle. But even so, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through her veins as Clea began to move.

As Clea started to thrust, Jazmine couldn't help but moan softly, her hips instinctively rising to meet each movement.

"Ohh... Clea," Jazmine whimpered, her voice filled with desire as she surrendered to the pleasure.

The rhythm was slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It felt different than with Kyle, more intimate somehow, as if every movement was a declaration of love and desire.

With each thrust, Clea's gaze never wavered from Jazmine's, her eyes filled with a mixture of passion and tenderness that made Jazmine's heart swell with emotion.

"Yes... please," Jazmine gasped, her voice laced with need as she arched her back to meet Clea's movements.

There was no shame or guilt in this moment, no inner turmoil or conflict. For the first time in what felt like ages, Jazmine felt truly at peace with herself, her mind free from the burdens of her past and the uncertainties of her future. In front of her was an attractive older woman, and so it felt so easy to enjoy.

As the intensity of their lovemaking grew, Jazmine found herself lost in the moment, completely consumed by the raw, unbridled passion that flowed between them.

"Ahh... Clea," she moaned, her voice a symphony of pleasure as she surrendered herself to the sensation.

As Clea continued her slow and passionate thrusts, the intensity between them seemed to grow with each passing moment. Jazmine surrendered herself completely to the sensation, feeling the muted pleasure coursing through her FemmePro.

"Mmm, that's it, Jaz. You feel so good," Clea murmured, her voice husky with desire as she leaned down to capture Jazmine's lips in a searing kiss.

Jazmine responded eagerly, her lips parting to meet Clea's as they kissed with a fervor born of raw passion. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through Jazmine's body.

"Oh, Clea," Jazmine moaned, her voice a breathless whisper as she arched her back to meet Clea's movements.

With each slow, deliberate thrust, Clea's strapon slid smoothly into Jazmine's faux pussy, eliciting soft moans and gasps from her lips. Jazmine's body responded eagerly to Clea's touch, her curves undulating with each movement as she surrendered herself to the pleasure.

"God, Jazmine, you feel so good," Clea whispered, her voice husky with desire as she leaned down to capture Jazmine's lips in a passionate kiss.

Their mouths moved together in perfect sync, tongues dancing in a sensual tango as their bodies moved as one. Jazmine's head spun with ecstasy, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensation of Clea's touch.

As Clea continued to thrust, her movements slow and deliberate, she began to speak in a low, sultry voice, her words sending shivers down Jazmine's spine.

"You like that, don't you, baby?" Clea murmured, her breath hot against Jazmine's ear. "You like being fucked like a girl, feeling my cock deep inside you."

Jazmine's heart raced at Clea's words, her body trembling with desire as she surrendered herself fully to the pleasure.

"Yes, Clea," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper as she arched her back to meet Clea's thrusts.

Clea's hands roamed freely over Jazmine's body, tracing the curves of her soft skin as she whispered words of encouragement and desire.

"You're such a good girl, Jazmine," Clea murmured, her voice filled with lust as she kissed her way down Jazmine's neck. "Just relax and enjoy it, baby. Let yourself feel everything."

Jazmine's mind swirled with a heady mix of pleasure and desire, her body on fire with the intensity of their lovemaking. She pushed aside any lingering thoughts of Kyle, focusing instead on the overwhelming sensation of Clea's touch.

With each thrust, Jazmine felt herself drawing closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the promise of release. She could feel the muted pleasure coursing through her FemmePro, not as intense as it had been with Kyle, but still undeniably satisfying.

As Clea leaned down to capture her lips in another searing kiss, Jazmine felt herself spiraling into the depths of ecstasy.

"Mmm... Clea," she moaned, her voice filled with desire as she surrendered herself fully to the pleasure.

As Clea picked up the pace, her thrusts becoming more urgent and powerful, Jazmine felt a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. With each deep thrust, she could feel Clea pushing her closer and closer to the edge, her body responding eagerly to the sensation.

"Feel that, Jazmine?" Clea murmured, her voice filled with desire as she leaned down to capture Jazmine's lips in a passionate kiss. "That's what it feels like to be fucked like a girl. Enjoy it, baby."

Jazmine moaned in response, her body trembling with pleasure as Clea's words washed over her. She surrendered herself fully to the sensation, pushing aside any lingering doubts or insecurities as she embraced the overwhelming pleasure.

"Yes, Clea," she gasped, her voice filled with desire as she arched her back to meet Clea's thrusts. "I love it. I love being fucked like a girl."

Clea's hands roamed freely over Jazmine's body, her touch igniting a fire within her as she urged Jazmine to embrace her femininity even more.

"That's it, baby," Clea whispered, her breath hot against Jazmine's ear. "Let yourself go. Feel everything. You're such a good girl."

Jazmine's mind swirled with a heady mix of pleasure and desire as she surrendered herself fully to Clea's touch. With each thrust, she felt herself drawing closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with the promise of release.

"Mmm... Clea," she moaned, her voice filled with desire as she surrendered herself fully to the pleasure.

As Clea continued to move with increasing intensity, her thrusts driving Jazmine to new heights of ecstasy, she felt herself teetering on the brink of orgasm. With each thrust, she felt the tension building within her, her body coiling tighter and tighter as she approached the edge.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, she tumbled over the edge, her body convulsing with pleasure as she was consumed by waves of ecstasy. It was another mind-shattering orgasm, one that left her breathless and trembling with pleasure.

As she lay there, spent and satisfied, she couldn't help but marvel at the fact that she had cum twice from a cock in her pussy in the same day, just hours apart.