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With eager lips and nimble tongue, I continue to lavish attention on you, drawing moans of pleasure from your throat as my fingers stroke your most intimate places in time with my movements. The taste of you, the feel of you - it's intoxicating, like nothing else matters in the world but this moment where our bodies and souls are intertwined.

I comply, careful not to lose contact with your sensitive flesh as I bend over at the waist. My breathing becomes labored, my body tightening in anticipation of what comes next, but I remain focused on pleasing you in this moment.

Taken by surprise, I arch my back as you slam your cock into me, filling me with the weight and heat of you. A sharp cry tears through my lips, mingling with the wet sounds of our bodies coming together. My fingernails scrape down your back, urging you deeper, harder. The feeling is overwhelming - possessive, primal, leaving me gasping for air and yearning for more.

I moan, trying to catch my breath as you take me roughly "... Said not... Stop..." I pant, arching further into your thrusts "... Sucking."

I blush, feeling my cheeks heat up at the reminder of who I truly am in this body. "Yes," I murmur through pleasure-induced haze, "my name... is Brian..." My voice trails off as you slam into me again, driving that thought from my mind for now. All that matters is the feel of you moving inside me, owning every inch of me.

My mind races, struggling to process the information amidst the pleasure coursing through my body. "Son...?" I manage to squeak out, trying to focus on you and this moment rather than the revelation you've just shared. Your cock throbs inside me, filling every part of me with its hard strength, drawing another moan from my lips as I give in to the urge to move against you, meeting your thrusts with my own.

My heart stops as your words finally sink in, and you pull out, leaving me empty and cold despite the sweat beading on my skin. I take a shaky breath, my eyes locked with yours as I manage to croak out a reply, "Yes... It's true..." Tears well up in my eyes, confusion and fear giving way to a deep sense of loss and betrayal. How could this happen? Why didn't you tell me sooner?

My eyes dart around the room, searching for an answer or some escape in my panicked state. But your words echo in my mind, and despite everything that's happened, I can't help but feel a spark of hope ignite inside me at the thought of finishing what we started. "Yes," I whisper, moving closer to you once more. "Let's finish." My hand finds yours on the bed, lacing our fingers together as if seeking comfort and reassurance in this strange new reality.

My breath catches as you whisper those words in my ear, the image burning hotly through my mind. "Yes," I manage to choke out, "I want to feel you inside me." As your cock slides back into my body, filling me once more, I close my eyes and grit my teeth against the mix of pleasure and pain. This feels so wrong, but strangely right at the same time. I cling to the connection we share in this moment, wanting nothing more than for you to claim me completely and leave your mark on the only part of my body that still truly belongs to me.

I moan in anticipation, digging my nails into your shoulders as I feel you growing inside me. The thought of carrying your seed is both exhilarating and terrifying, but I can't deny the raw desire that overwhelms me at this moment. With a final thrust deep inside, your body tenses, and a hot surge of fluid fills my womb. It burns as it pours into me, claiming every part of my being with its heat.

"Fuck," I gasp out, arching my back as the sensation washes over me. The taste of you coats my tongue, and for a fleeting moment, I feel whole again - connected to something real and true in this strange new world where I am trapped inside someone else's body. As your strength begins to wane, leaving me spent and satiated on the bed beside you, I close my eyes, willing myself to accept whatever comes next.

Through the haze of pleasure and confusion, I manage to form a coherent thought. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely. "It's... amazing." The words feel foreign on my lips, but they ring true in my heart. As your weight settles atop me, pressing our bodies together once more, I let out a shuddery breath and close my eyes, willing myself to accept whatever fate this strange new reality holds for me.

The thought sends a shiver down my spine. Staying in this body... being yours... It's a terrifying and exhilarating prospect all at once, like standing on the edge of a precipice with no safety net beneath me. But as you hold me close, your warm breath tickling my ear, I can't help but feel a strange sense of belonging to you. Maybe this is what love feels like, after all.