She Was Me

Lena Paul knows she’s staring at her twin. Same face, same body, same tits, every detail copied except the woman now has Mick Blue’s cock in her throat. Gabbie Carter, same blonde hair, same heavy breasts, same soft bush he’s about to bury himself in. Lena stands back and watches, jaw tight, pulse hard. She made him bring his mistress home. Told him he had to fuck her right here, right now, so she could see what he gives when he thinks he’s getting away with it. Mick grips Gabbie’s hips and drives in deep, steady, hungry. Lena hears every wet slap. She notices how long he stays inside, how hard he pushes, how quick he starts to sweat. Every stroke feels louder than the ones he gives her at night. She steps closer, hand on his back, feeling the muscles work. She leans in and whispers, asks if he fucks his wife this rough, this greedy. Mick grunts but doesn’t answer, just keeps pounding like he has to prove something. Lena watches his face, sees the look he never shows her, and wonders whether he wants Gabbie because she looks exactly like his wife, or because, for once, she isn’t.