The girl's appearance

As you kept fucking the young slut in your fantasy, you notice something strange in the mirror's reflection. The girl's hair is no longer brown, but blonde instead. And her eyes are not their bright blue anymore, but a honey colour. Now that you of think it she kinda looks like...

"Aaaahh..." You hear yourself moan.

Still playing with your pussy, you realize that you're no longer the dude penetrating the cheerleader from behind in your imagination, you are the girl bent over in the uniform getting pounded. And you find it extremely arousing.

Instead of stopping, you **** yourself further as you stick two fingers inside you. The fantasy feels so real that it's almost like a memory itself.

You like being the school's slut, don't you Luca? The stud says inside your head, eliciting from you one of the sluttiest moans you've ever heard.

I bet you like it spending your time in the boy's locker room just to get fucked. He continues as you moan again. Fuck, you're milking me too hard. Buckle up bitch!

Feeling him slow down behind you, for some reason, you know what's about to come next. Moaning, you remember the word you told him. Pull it out! You'll get me knocked up!

With your fat ass on the shower's floor, your toes begin to curl as an orgasm rocks the entirety of your body. It's almost as good as the one you got in this weird memory that should in no way exist. All the tension you had in your muscles is gone as soon as your girly sex stops squirting that you half-collapse against the wall.

Air comes to your lungs in ragged breaths. Pleasure and shame battle against one other as, just beyond the sight of your pregnant belly, a puddle of pussyjuice of your own making becomes apparent.

You get your hands away from between your legs and rest them on top of your baby bump.

Rubbing your belly and with the last of your mental energy, you remember that the guy that fucked you in the boy's locker room that day didn't pull out.