Jay's Adventures as a Shapeshifter Part 7

With a growl, he gripped his cock, guiding it to her entrance. The head pressed against her, stretching her open, and Jay cried out, his nails digging into Miguel's shoulders.

“Ahh!” she gasped. “Yes, yes, more. Give me more.”

Miguel didn’t hold back. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass. Jay screamed, his back bowing off the bed, his pussy clenching around him.

“Oh God!” Jay sobbed. “So big so fucking big, oh, yes!”

Miguel groaned, his forehead pressing against hers. “You are mine,” he growled. “This pussy is mine. Say it.”

“Yesss!” Jay gasped, his hips rocking up to meet Miguel's thrusts. “It's your's Only yours. Now fuck me like you mean it!”

And he did.

The first position was missionary, but Miguel didn’t stay there for long. He pounded into Jay, his cock pistoning in and out of his slick, gripping pussy, the wet sounds of their sex filling the room. Jay’s moans were loud, desperate, his legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass.

“Harder,” she panted. “Fuck me harder, my love. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

Miguel obliged, his thrusts becoming brutal, his cock slamming into her with enough force to make the bed creak. Jay’s tits bounced with every thrust, his nipples dragging against the lace of her babydoll, the friction sending sparks of pleasure straight to her clit.

“Ahhh!” she screamed. “Just like that—fuck—God!”

But Miguel wasn’t done. With a growl, he pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach. Jay barely had time to gasp before he yanked his hips up, forcing Jay onto his hands and knees. Doggy style. His cock slid back into Jay with ease, his hands gripping Jay's hips, his fingers digging into her flesh.

“Look how good this position looks on you,” he grunted, his cock hitting a spot deep inside her that made her see stars. “Like a bitch in heat.”

“Yess!” Jay sobbed, his face pressed into the mattress. “I am—your bitch—your slut—¡Yes, Miguel!”

He didn’t let up. His thrusts were relentless, his cock pounding into Jsy with a wet, slapping rhythm. Jay’s pussy clenched around him, Jay's orgasm building, coiling tight in his belly.

“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum,” Jay whimpered.

“Not yet,” Miguel growled. He pulled out again, this time flipping Jay onto his back before lifting his legs, pressing them against Jay's chest. The Bridge. His cock slid back into Jay, deeper than before, his pelvis grinding against Jay's clit with every thrust.

“¡Ohh my god, ahhh!” Jay screamed, his back arching. “Too deep—fuck—too good—”

Miguel leaned down, his mouth capturing Jay's in a bruising kiss. His tongue invaded Jay;'s mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his cock, and Jay moaned into him, his nails raking down his back.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, his voice a dark growl. “Cum on my cock, my queen.”

That was all it took. Jay’s orgasm crashed over him, his pussy clenching around Miguel’s cock, his body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through him. He screamed into his mouth, his hips jerking, his pussy milking him for everything he was worth.

Miguel groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Fuckk!” he hissed. “I’m gonna—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

“Do it,” Jay panted, his voice raw. “Cum inside me. Fill me up.”

With a final, brutal thrust, Miguel buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside Jay. Jay felt every hot, thick spurt, his pussy clenching around Miguel, drawing out every last drop. Miguel collapsed on top of him, his breath ragged, his cock still twitching inside him.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was their ragged breathing, the occasional aftershock of Jay's pussy clenching around Miguel’s softening cock.

Then, slowly, Miguel rolled onto his side, pulling Jay with him. He curled against his chest, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Miguel's skin. His cum dripped from Jay's pussy, warm and sticky, but he didn’t care. He felt good. Better than good. Jay felt alive.

But as the post-orgasm haze faded, Camila—no, Jay—felt something else. A gnawing, uncomfortable thought, worming its way into his mind.

Do I like this because I’m her… or because I’m me?

The question made his stomach twist. He had always loved women. Always. But the way his body ached for cock, the way his mind craved the stretch, the burn, the fullness of being taken—it wasn’t just about being her. It was about being himself. About the way her body reacted, the way her mind melted when she was filled, when she was used.

Miguel’s fingers traced her spine, his touch gentle now, almost reverent. “Te amo,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.

Jay swallowed hard. He loved him too. But not like this. Not as her.

He closed his eyes, Jay's fingers tightening around his.

What the hell is happening to me?

Jay's Adventures as a Shapeshifter Part 6

 

The morning sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains of the cozy Hispanic neighborhood, casting golden streaks across the sidewalk where Jay walked with a slow, deliberate stride. His fingers twitched at his sides, the familiar tingle of his shapeshifting power humming just beneath his skin. He had spent the last few weeks exploring the intoxicating thrill of becoming someone else,someone female and the way it made his body ache in ways he never imagined possible. The memory of his uncle’s thick cock stretching him open as Luna, the way his aunt’s curves had moved beneath him, the way his own voice had turned breathy and needy, it all played in his mind like a filthy, addictive loop. He decided to get going before Luna came back.

He paused in front of a modest but well-kept house, its white stucco walls glowing warmly in the sunlight. The window was slightly ajar, the sheer curtain fluttering in the breeze. Jay leaned in, his breath hitching as his gaze flicked from the sleeping figure of a man, Miguel, to the woman beside him. Camila. She was a vision of curves, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, her full lips parted slightly as she slept. But this time, Jay didn’t linger on her. His eyes dropped lower, to the tented sheet over Miguel’s groin, the unmistakable outline of his morning wood pressing against the fabric. A shiver ran down Jay’s spine, his own cock twitching in his pants. He wasn’t here to become her. Not this time.

He wanted to be fucked like her.

The thought sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin, his balls tightening. He had never considered himself attracted to men before, but the way his body craved the stretch, the burn, the fullness of being filled—it didn’t matter whose cock it was. All that mattered was the way it made him feel. Like he was melting, like he was being remade, like he was hers, or his, in ways he never thought possible.

Jay watched as Camila stirred, her eyelids fluttering before she sat up with a soft groan. She stretched, her nightgown riding up to reveal the swell of her thighs, the dip of her waist. Then, with a quiet sigh, she slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Miguel. Jay’s pulse quickened as she padded barefoot toward the door, her hips swaying with a natural, hypnotic rhythm. She stepped outside, the screen door clicking shut behind her. Jay didn’t move. He waited, counting the seconds, his breath shallow.

When he was sure she was far enough, he closed his eyes and let go.

The shift began in his chest, his ribs constricting, his pecs softening, swelling into the heavy, round weight of Camila’s breasts. He gasped as his nipples hardened into tight, sensitive buds, the fabric of his shirt suddenly too rough against them. His waist cinched in, his hips flaring outward, his ass rounding into the lush, jiggling curves he had admired through the window. His legs lengthened, his thighs thickening, his calves smoothing into the toned yet soft lines of a woman’s. His cock gone. In its place, a slick, swollen heat between his legs, his pussy lips already damp with anticipation. His face morphed last, his jaw softening, his lips plumping, his eyebrows arching delicately. When he opened his eyes, his vision was slightly blurred, his lashes longer, his eyelids heavier.

He was her.

Jay no, Camila let out a shuddering breath, his hands instinctively cupping his breasts, squeezing them through the thin fabric of his shirt. Oh God, he thought, his voice echoing in his mind, I feel so… full. His fingers trailed down his stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants, finding the slick, swollen folds of his pussy. He bit his lip as he circled his clit, his hips jerking forward. Fuck, he whimpered, his voice breathy and unfamiliar. I need this. I need him.

He forced himself to stop, his fingers trembling. He couldn’t waste time. Not when Miguel was waiting.

The key was exactly where Camila had left it, tucked beneath the doormat, cool and smooth against his new fingertips. He slipped it into the lock, turning it silently, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant chirp of birds outside. He tiptoed inside, his bare feet padding silently against the tile floor.

Miguel was still asleep, sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his eyes. The sheet had slipped down, revealing the thick, veiny length of his cock, already half-hard in his sleep. Jay’s mouth watered. He had seen cocks this a hundred times before, but now, as Camila, the sight of Miguel made his knees weak.

He moved to the wardrobe, his fingers brushing against the silky fabrics of Camila’s clothes. He needed something slutty. Something that would make Miguel lose his mind the second he opened his eyes. His fingers closed around a black lace babydoll, the fabric so sheer it was almost see-through. He stripped quickly, his clothes pooling at his feet, and stepped into the delicate garment. The straps dug into his shoulders, the cups barely containing his heavy breasts, his nipples already hard and aching. He turned to the full-length mirror, his breath catching.

God, he looked damn beautiful.

His dark hair cascaded down his back in loose waves, his lips were parted, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. He ran his hands over his body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples through the lace. A moan escaped his lips, his pussy clenching with need. He couldn’t wait anymore.

He crawled onto the bed, his movements slow, deliberate. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and Miguel stirred, his arm sliding away from his face. His eyes fluttered open, and for a second, he just stared at her, his gaze darkening as it raked over her body.

“Shit,” he groaned, his voice rough with sleep. “Camila…”

Jay didn’t answer. Instead, he reached for the waistband of Miguel's boxers, his fingers hooking into the fabric. He pulled them down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Jay’s breath hitched. He had felt a cock inside him before as Luna but this was different. This was his temporary husband’s cock, and he was going to take every inch of it.

He wrapped his fingers around the base, stroking him slowly, his thumb swiping over the slick tip. Miguel groaned, his hips jerking upward.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped. “What the hell are you, fuck—”

Jay didn’t let him finish. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to lap at the pre-cum beading at his slit. The taste of him, salty, musky, male, sent a jolt of heat straight to Jay's core. He moaned, the sound vibrating against his cock as he took him into her mouth.

“Oh god!” Miguel hissed, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Suck that Cock you slut. Just like that fuck—”

Jay  hollowed his cheeks, taking him deeper, his lips stretching around his girth. Jay bobbed his head, his tongue swirling around the underside of his cock, his free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. Miguel’s breath came in ragged gasps, his hips thrusting up to meet his wife's mouth.

“ enough,” he growled suddenly, his voice rough. “I want that pussy. Now.”

Before Jay could react, Miguel sat up, his hands gripping Jay's waist. With a strength that made him gasp, he flipped his wife onto her back, pinning her beneath him. The babydoll rode up, exposing her bare pussy, already slick and swollen with need.

“You got wet by just sucking me” he murmured, his fingers trailing through her folds. “Always so wet for me, my love.”

Jay whimpered, his back arching as Miguel's fingers circled his clit. “Please,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Fill me, Miguel. Now. I need you inside me.”

But he didn’t give it to me. Not yet. Instead, he kissed his way down my body, his lips trailing fire over my stomach, my hips, the insides of my thighs. When his breath ghosted over my pussy, I whimpered, my fingers tangling in the sheets.

“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling.

He chuckled, dark and promising. “Since you asked so nicely.”

The first lick was slow, deliberate, his tongue flat against my folds, tasting me like I was the most delicious thing he’d ever had. I cried out, my hips jerking off the bed, but he held me down, his hands gripping my thighs.

“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice muffled against my pussy. “Let me worship you.”

And worship me he did. His tongue was magic licking, sucking, teasing my clit until I was a writhing, moaning mess beneath him. He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I screamed, my back arching off the bed.

“Miguel, fuck—!”

“That’s it,” he groaned, his fingers pumping in and out of me, his tongue never letting up. “Come for me, mami. Let me taste you.”

I didn’t have a choice. The orgasm hit me like a freight train, my pussy clenching around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I was still trembling when he finally pulled back, his lips glistening with my arousal.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, crawling up my body. “Now I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve.”

Jay's Adventures as a Shapeshifter Part 5

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Jay's Adventures as a shapeshifter Part 4

Jay's elder stepsister, Ellie, who was 22, had a friend named Aria, also 22, a curvaceous woman known for her confidence and allure.

One sunny afternoon, Ellie stepped out to fetch some groceries, leaving Jay alone in the house. Seizing the moment, Jay decided to experiment with his shapeshifting powers. He closed his eyes, visualizing Aria's form, and began the transformation. His muscular shoulders softened and narrowed, his broad chest flattened and softened, growing breasts that filled out Aria's signature curves. His hips widened, and his legs lengthened, his skin tone darkening to match Aria's natural tan. His hair grew longer, darker, and wavier, and his features morphed to resemble Aria's striking beauty.

Standing before the mirror, Jay admired his new form. The intensity of the transformation sent waves of pleasure through his body, a sensation he hadn't yet learned to control. Without hesitation, Jay, now in Aria's body, began to explore his new sensations. He walked to the living room, sat on the couch, and started to pleasure himself, his fingers tracing lines of desire across his new body. Just as he was about to reach his climax, the front door opened, and Ellie walked in.

"Darling, when did you get here, and you started pleasuring yourself without me?" Ellie said, dropping the grocery bag in surprise.

Jay, caught off guard, froze in place. Ellie approached him, her eyes scanning the body she believed to be Aria's. "Ellie, it's me, Jay," he tried to explain, but his voice came out as Aria's. Ellie's gaze flicked between Jay's face and the rest of his body, confusion and shock evident in her expression.

"Oh, Jay," Ellie whispered, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. She began to undress, first unbuttoning her blouse and letting it slide off her shoulders, then unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it. Her bra and panties came off next, revealing her trim figure and pert breasts. Jay watched, transfixed, as Ellie stepped closer, her hands reaching out to touch Aria's body.

Ellie leaned in, her lips meeting Jay's in a soft, exploratory kiss. Jay, still caught up in the sensation of his transformation, kissed her back, his body responding to her touch. Ellie's hands wandered, caressing his breasts, tracing the line of his waist, and finally settling between his legs.

"You feel so different," Ellie whispered, her fingers finding Jay's clit and beginning to rub gently. Jay moaned, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his body. Ellie's tongue explored his mouth, her kiss deepening as her fingers worked him into a frenzy.

"Ellie," Jay managed to gasp, "I want you."

Ellie smiled, her eyes gleaming with desire. "I want you too, Aria" she replied, her voice hoarse with lust. She guided Jay onto the couch, positioning herself between his legs. Her tongue found his clit, and she began to lick and suck, her fingers exploring deeper. Jay writhed beneath her, his hands fisting her hair as he pushed her closer.

"Yes, Ellie, right there," Jay moaned, his hips bucking against her face. Ellie moaned in response, her fingers slipping inside him, curling to find that perfect spot. Jay's body tensed, his orgasm building quickly. He could feel every sensation, every touch, every lick amplified by his new form.

"Cum for me, Aria," Ellie whispered, her voice vibrating against his clit. Jay cried out, his body convulsing as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. Ellie continued to lick and suck, drawing out his pleasure until he was a shaking, sweaty mess.

Ellie climbed onto the couch, straddling Jay's face. Jay looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. He reached up, his fingers finding her wetness and spreading her lips. He licked her, his tongue exploring her folds, tasting her arousal. Ellie moaned, her hands gripping his hair as she ground against his face.

"Fuck, Aria," she gasped, "you're so good at that."

Jay smiled, his tongue finding her clit and circling it slowly. Ellie bucked against him, her breath coming in short gasps. Jay increased his pace, his tongue flicking her clit quickly as his fingers explored her depths. Ellie's moans filled the room, her body tensing as her orgasm approached.

"Yes, Aria, right there," she moaned, her body convulsing as her climax hit her. Jay continued to lick her, drawing out her pleasure until she was a shaking, trembling mess.

Ellie collapsed onto the couch, her body sated and exhausted. Jay looked up at her, a satisfied smile on his face. "That was... incredible," he said, his voice still hoarse with desire.

Ellie smiled back, her eyes filled with love and lust. "It was," she agreed, reaching down to pull Jay into a kiss. "And I have a feeling this is just the beginning."

Jay learned today that his Sister was a lesbian, and quite an orgasmic way to learn her secret.

Mom's Friend.

I had always felt a twinge of jealousy towards my mom's friend, Diana. At 43, she was the epitome of a MILF, with curves in all the right places and a confidence that commanded attention. Katy, my mom, who was also 43, spent more time with Diana than she did with me. One day, I decided enough was enough. I stumbled upon an ancient body swap spell, and with a calculated risk, I decided to use it.

The spell required I take some sleeping pills, as Diana and I would swap bodies completely, and I didn't want to take any risk as Diana might find herself in my body. I recited the spell, and as the words left my mouth, a whirlwind of sensations enveloped me. I felt my body contort and change, transforming into Diana's voluptuous form. I looked down at my new body, running my hands over the soft, smooth skin, the full breasts, and the hourglass figure. I was flabbergasted by the change, feeling a mix of awe and disbelief as I stood in Diana's milf body.

My phone buzzed with a text from Katy: "I'm outside your house, come down fast, less go babe." I smiled, knowing exactly what the night held in store.

Katy stopped the car outside a luxurious hotel. Diana's memories flooded my mind, telling me that we were here to meet a very special man. Katy opened the door with a key, and we were greeted by a handsome hunk, probably in his late 20s. I got wet just thinking about this man fucking me raw.

Katy was quick to get undressed, her hands eagerly exploring the man's muscular body. I was a bit hesitant at first, but eventually, I started a slow striptease, letting the man feast his eyes on Diana's lingerie-clad body. He stepped closer, his hands roaming over my curves, and I could feel Diana's desire building.

I undid my bra, and the man immediately latched onto my nipples, biting and sucking on them with an intensity that sent shockwaves of pleasure through me.  I moaned softly, "Oh, that feels so good." Katy was on her knees, taking the man's cock into her mouth, her head bobbing eagerly. I watched, my pussy growing wetter with each motion. The man then turned his attention to me, and he started to lick my pussy, his tongue exploring every inch of me. I moaned louder, "Yes, right there, don't stop."

"You like that don't you, Diana?" the man asked, his voice a low growl.

"Mm-hmm," I moaned, my voice deeper than I was used to.

He pushed me onto the bed, and I spread my legs willingly, welcoming him inside me. Katy climbed onto the bed, straddling my face, and I eagerly started licking her pussy. The man thrust into me, his cock filling me completely, and I moaned around Katy's clit.

"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned.

"Mmm, and you're big," I moaned back, my hips meeting his thrusts eagerly.

The man then switched positions, and I found myself on top of him, riding his cock. I could feel every inch of him inside me, and I started to move my hips faster. "Faster, faaack me, give it to meee," I moaned. The man reached up and started to play with my breasts, pinching my nipples and making me moan even louder.

We switched positions, with Katy riding the man while I sucked his balls. Then, he flipped us onto our sides, taking us from behind. The bed creaked with our movements, our moans filling the room.

"Harder," I begged, my voice hoarse with pleasure.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, and I could feel my orgasm building. Katy came first, her body shaking as she cried out. The man's cock twitched inside me, and I could feel his cum filling me, sending me over the edge.

"Fuck yes," I moaned, my body convulsing with my orgasm.

The experience was too thrilling for me and I knew that I would definitely possess Diana again. And maybe, just maybe, my friend could possess Katy.

Jay's Adventures as a Shapeshifter Part 3

Jay decided to surprise Kevin by transforming into Amy, the school's cheerleader captain. Kevin had always had a crush on her, and Jay thought this would be the perfect way to give his friend a chance to live out his fantasy. He had gone to a nearby thrift store and bought some clothes that would fit Amy's buxom body—a tight, low-cut top and a high waisted jeans that accentuated her curves.

Jay's heart pounded as he transformed, his muscles shifting, his skin softening. He felt the swell of breasts, the curve of hips, the smoothness of thighs. His body morphed into Amy's, the cheerleader he had admired from afar. He wore the clothes he had bought, feeling the fabric against his new skin. He knocked on Kevin's door, and when his friend opened it, Jay saw the shock on Kevin's face.

"What are you doing here, Amy?" Kevin asked, hesitation in his voice.

"Won't you invite me in?" Jay said, flirting, his voice pitched higher, more like Amy's.

When the door closed, Jay leaned in, pressing his lips to Kevin's. Kevin hesitated, then kissed back, his hands tentatively touching Jay's hips.

Jay broke the kiss, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Got you, loser," he said, his voice laced with humor. "I'm not Amy. I'm Jay. I have shapeshifting powers."

Kevin's eyes widened, and he took a step back. "What?" he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. Jay laughed, a sound that was both mocking and playful. "Come on, Kevin. You know Amy would never kiss you. You're not her type."

Jay started a slow striptease, Jay's hands went to the hem of his shirt, slowly pulling it up and over his head. He unbuttoned his jeans, the zipper sliding down with a soft hiss. Standing before Kevin in just a bra and panties, Jay felt a thrill of power. Kevin's eyes were glued to Jay's body, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

"Will you just sit there, or come here and help me with the bra hook?" Jay asked, his voice soft and inviting. "I'm still not used to wearing a bra." Kevin hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, his fingers fumbling with the clasp. Jay leaned back, his breath hitching as Kevin's hands brushed against his skin. He unhooked the bra, and Jay let it fall.

Once the bra was off, Jay stood before Kevin, completely naked. He felt Kevin's eyes roaming over his body, the heat of his gaze sending shivers down his spine. Kevin stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup Jay's breasts. Jay moaned softly, his nipples hardening under Kevin's touch.

"You're so beautiful, Jay," Kevin murmured, his hands moving down to cup Jay's ass. Jay could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his cock pressing against Jay's thigh. He moaned again, louder this time, and ground himself against Kevin.

Kevin's mouth found Jay's nipple, his tongue swirling around the hard peak. Jay gasped, his hands going to Kevin's hair, holding him in place. "Yes, Kevin," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "Suck them harder."

Kevin obliged, his mouth moving from one nipple to the other, his hands roaming over Jay's body. Jay could feel the wetness between his legs, the ache for more. 

Kevin's mouth moved lower, his tongue licking and sucking at Jay's pussy. Jay gripped Kevin's hair, his hips moving in time with Kevin's tongue. He could feel the pleasure building, his body tensing.

Jay pushed Kevin back, his eyes locked onto his friend's. "My turn," he said, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

He sank to his knees, his hands going to Kevin's belt. He unbuckled it, his fingers brushing against Kevin's cock through the fabric of his pants. He could feel it, hard and ready, and he moaned again, the sound low and hungry. He unzipped Kevin's pants, his hands reaching in to pull out his cock.

He took Kevin into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head. Kevin groaned, his hands going to Jay's hair, holding him in place. Jay sucked harder, his head bobbing up and down, his mouth taking more and more of Kevin's cock.

"Fuck, Jay," Kevin moaned, his hips thrusting forward. "That feels so good." Jay hummed around Kevin's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He could feel Kevin's cock throbbing in his mouth, could taste the precum leaking from the tip.

He pulled back, his eyes watering as he looked up at Kevin. "Where do you want to fuck me, Kevin?" he asked, his voice a sultry purr. "I'm all yours."

Kevin's eyes darkened, and he grabbed Jay's hand, leading him to the couch. He pushed Jay down, his body covering Jay's. "I want to fuck you like this," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I want to look into your eyes as I make you mine."

Jay moaned, his legs spreading wider to accommodate Kevin's body. He could feel Kevin's cock, hard and ready, pressing against his pussy. He reached between them, his hand wrapping around Kevin's cock, guiding it to his entrance.

"Fuck me, Kevin," he whispered, his eyes locked onto Kevin's. "Make me yours."

Kevin thrust into him, his cock filling Jay completely. Jay gasped, his back arching as he adjusted to the intrusion. "Oh, fuck," he moaned, his hands going to Kevin's back, his nails digging into his skin. "Yes, Kevin. Fuck me harder."

Kevin obliged, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of Jay with a wet, slapping sound. Jay could feel the pleasure building, his body tensing as he got closer and closer to the edge.

"Deeper, Kevin," he gasped, his hands moving to his breasts, pinching his nipples. "Fuck me deeper."

Kevin leaned down, his mouth capturing Jay's in a fierce kiss. Jay moaned into the kiss, his body writhing beneath Kevin. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he got closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm going to come, Kevin," he gasped, his eyes locked onto Kevin's. "I'm going to come all over your cock."

Kevin groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting into Jay with a force that sent Jay over the edge. He cried out, his body convulsing as his orgasm ripped through him. He could feel Kevin's cock throbbing inside him, could feel his own pussy clenching around it.

"Fuck, Jay," Kevin moaned, his body tensing as he found his release. "Fuck, that feels so good."

They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jay looked up at Kevin, a soft smile playing on his lips. "That was amazing, Kevin," he said, his voice soft and content. "You're an amazing lover."

Kevin smiled back, his fingers brushing through Jay's hair. "You're not so bad yourself, Jay," he said. "Or should I say, Amy?"

Jay laughed, a sound that was both happy and content. "Call me whatever you want, Kevin," he said. "As long as you keep fucking me like that."