Tina-Sharon said nothing for a moment, then smiled mischieviously. “Well, Sharon might not have wanted to do those things.” She leaned over to kiss Jim, climbing on top of him. “But then, I'm not exactly Sharon right now, am I?” In a gesture that was the mirror image of one Tina always used to do, Tina-Sharon flipped her silky blonde hair over her shoulder.
While he was startled by the similarity, Tina-Sharon took his pause as a go-ahead, and started licking him, ripping open his shirt, and rubbing herself against his body.
He soon forgot his worries and lost himself in the sensations. Tina-Sharon was all over him, in a sexual frenzy totally unlike anything Sharon had ever done before. Their “quickie” soon became fifteen minutes, and then an hour, as she brought him to orgasm again and again.
It was only reluctantly that he noticed the time. “Sharon, we have to get ready for the party!”
She paused for a moment, pulling her face away from his crotch. “But I want you to cum on my face! Just one more time for me, Jimothy?” she purred sexily.
“Jimothy?" That was a nickname Tina had used. The dumb blonde used to think it was clever.
“Sharon, why did you call me—”
“Tina, love. My name is Tina," she corrected him while she sandwiched his cock between her ample breasts.
“Sharon!" He grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head away from him.
The minx grinned maliciously. “Not anymore, Jimmothy. When you told your girlfriend to accept my urges as hers, she let me in. And when she gave into those passions, she gave into me. Now your girlfriend has my body and personality!”
Jim was at a loss for what do do. Should he:
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