Something fun.

"Arousal!" the bimbo said happily and Penny only had a moment of panic before her entire body jolted into action as though electrified. She flung herself on her mirror image and knocked her to the ground. The tablet clattered across the floor, forgotten as the two images of the same woman were overcome with a Sapphic frenzy.

"Oh wow, you're enthusiastic!" New Penny exclaimed, but Penny barely processed the words. She was on top of her, humping her leg wildly and running her hands up and down her body. She felt the mole on her left thigh, the beginnings of wrinkles on her forehead, her sweat-soaked hair and keened with lust. The girl was giggling and trying to keep up.

Penny pitched forward and locked her in a deep, hungry kiss. New Penny returned it, throwing her arms around her duplicate and grunting with effort and pleasure. She was trying to speak through the liplock, but that barely registered with Penny. She was alight with an unspeakable, overwhelming desire. It was like nothing she'd ever felt, like she had no control over her own body.

She broke the kiss and buried herself in those round, full, flawless breasts that she also sported. One hand found her way to New Penny's mouth and **** its way in, exploring her teeth and gums and tongue. The other made its way downwards, and when Penny felt her fingers enter that dark, warm place that she'd known her whole life her head swam and she lost track of things.

When she came out of her haze of intoxicating sexual ecstasy she was on top of New Penny, straddling her torso and pistoning her bare cleft against those fabulous mounds. The girl was sweaty and red-faced, giggling with manic, single-minded pleasure. The sound of brainless tittering coming from this husk in her own voice sent another twinge through her inside and suddenly her thighs were wet, her legs were slick and her insides twisted and she was coming, coming, coming all over herself.

As the gut-wracking orgasm faded, New Penny tried to speak again. She was silenced when Penny slid up her fluid-soaked torso to position herself firmly over her mouth. Penny felt the girl's tongue move inside of her and had a flashback to an early date with Matt. They were fooling around on her crummy sofa and she decided to slip a little french action in. Matt's eyes widened in surprise as his tongue met hers and they danced across each other.

Now that tongue was doing the same dance inside of her and she shrieked, her veins throbbing and her muscles taught, as New Penny did things to her that she never could have imagined. I'm going to go insane. That was the last thought of the emulation of a person achieving unbridled sexual fulfilment in the fraction of a second before consciousness left her overtaxed form like a smoldering crater.