There’s a brief second as our minds meld and I feel her confusion and fear before I’m able to silence her. I look down and see the head of a cock growing out of my pussy. “That’s enough of your ass. That’s why he kept fucking me whenever he got the chance, even when you were in the room with us.”
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Those hadn’t been my words. I begin moving, floating, over to the nearest wall, passing through it with no resistance. I slip two fingers inside me, my free hand shooting out to grab the mirror frame in order to steady myself as my legs almost give out. A fragment of Jordan’s memory flashes across my mind. As soon as I do, she jumps off my bed and runs past me, sobbing loudly as she slams the door behind her. “That’s enough of your ass. The feeling of weightlessness I get is unlike anything else, almost like floating in water but not. Jordan definitely has a ‘phat ass’ and I grab it in both hands before moving round
