For a few moments all I seemed to be was my impossibly huge clit and unbelievably tight cunt filled with a monstrous cock. My orgasm crescendo-ed viol...ently in a body consuming explosion and I flipped forward like a ragdoll onto Johnny’s chest.It was at least a minute before my conscious mind regained some composure. The young man was gently stroking my hair and kissing the top of my head softly.For the first time in probably five minutes I opened my eyes and looked into his. “You’re learning,”. Everything had happened so quickly, so easily. Did this one event, however traumatic, have power over the rest of my life? Had it changed me? I felt hopeless and defeated. But that wasn't the whole of it. I felt somehow, also, kind of... complete? My mind and body shuddered at the implications. It was scarier to think that something dark and twisted had always been in me and just been let out. Traumas you recover from over time - but can you escape your true nature? Should you? It was too much. To save myself I told her to imagine me like Nikhil (her ex). So she started enjoying me.She had cried so much that now she really needed something like this and I was using her for my lesbian lust. I pressed her boobs slowly and kissed them over her spaghetti. By now she was mourning and I was enjoying it so much.I made her kiss me and by now she was also crazy like me. She started pressing her thigh more tightly towards my pussy now and pressing my big boobs. I was feeling every bit of her. She planted her palms on flat on the desktop, and it was all she could do not to rub her soaked clit. “Ashley, please stop.” Umi pleaded through grit teeth.“It’s too late,” Ashley rocked her hips forward. She cooed through pursed lips, and her cock visibly twitched. “Umi, I’m going to come. It’s up to whether or not you’ll punish me for staying the rugs. Isn’t there a bible verse about how spilling semen is a sin?”“Yes,” Umi responded with a breathless whimper, but she didn’t know why. She knew.