Henry watched Cassandra with a slightly worried look, his gaze fixed on the woman who was not the woman he knew. He had stepped out of the beach house to look for his girlfriend to finally set things straight. They were at the end of their relationship at this point. He wanted things that she wouldn’t give him, and none of his friends liked her. They were only together because they were the only African Americans in their hometown. It didn’t make sense to stay together since their ideals were so different, so telling her that they were breaking up was all that hung on his mind.
But when he heard a distant scream, his overprotectiveness kicked in. Despite the sun beginning to set, he could see his girlfriend being covered by something. His Abby had been taken over by this new entity, and his heart ached with a sense of loss. He would have been calling the police by now if he hadn’t been so entranced by the person that Abby had become. He didn’t understand things fully, but as Abby’s transformed body approached him, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
“Who the hell are you?” He asked. There was an unsettling smile on the woman’s face. She had everything that Abby had – perfectly toned abs, muscular legs, and an unbelievably beautiful set of tits. The difference was that she was Caucasian. “What the hell are you?”
There was a knowing look in the stranger’s eyes. She twirled around, shaking her firm ass before giving him a wink when she spotted his cock getting hard. “Let’s just say I know exactly why you and her fought,” she told him. “It’s not like anybody’s going to believe you when I tell you this, but basically … I’ve replaced Abby. I’m just a better version of Abby. She’s still inside of me, by the way. She’s not screaming or yelling, but I can see her memories now that my body’s fused with her own.” She stepped forward, and he could feel the heat of her breasts pushing up against his muscular arms. Her voice became a low, sultry whisper when she began to grind her crotch against his thickness poking through his shorts. “I know she’s never sucked you off. I know she’s never let you fuck her hard. I know she’s never taken every inch of you. She’s always been blue balling you. But I can help you with all of this.”
"Abby," he began, his voice laden with sadness.
However, Cassandra cut him off, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips upon planting a kiss against his own. "Henry, you can just call me Cassandra," she purred, running a muscular hand through her hair. "I must say, you're far more handsome up close. I know why she liked you, but she never deserved somebody like you.” Her eyes glanced down at his rod’s outline. “Such a big man – it’s a shame she never knew what you wanted. But since I have you here right now, I figured I’d try out my new body. I can see that she’s never tried anal – wanna be adventurous?”
With that, she closed the gap, her lips crashing against his in another kiss that was as fiery as it was unexpected. His resistance crumbled under the onslaught of her passion, and he found himself responding, his arms encircling her muscular frame, pulling her closer as a dim darkness began to engulf the beach. There was still plenty of light to see their bodies in action. Smiling and undressing, Cassandra led him to a secluded part of the beach where she hid her purse, and once she felt his hard cock pressing up against her ass, she just knew that she was going to have a splendid time.
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