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She presses against him, long nails on his chest, full lips close. “You gon’ just stare or what?” The old Jess would never say it. Taylor hesitates, then kisses her back. The make-out turns deep and hungry fast. Her thick body grinds against him in the heels.

Sharonda pressed against Taylor, her long red nails digging into his chest just enough to feel good. Her full lips were close to his, her thick lashes fluttering.

"You gon' just stare or what?" she purred, her voice low and promising.

Taylor hesitated for a moment, his eyes flicking from her thick curves to her full lips and back again.

"Sharonda..." he said, but it came out half-hearted.

She just smiled, slow and sharp and triumphant, and then she kissed him.

It was nothing like any kiss they'd ever shared before. Her full lips were soft, warm, hungry. Her tongue teased at his, slow and slick and so fucking good. Taylor groaned into her mouth, his hands coming up to grip her round ass through the tight snakeskin skirt.

"Fuck, Sharonda..." he breathed when they finally broke apart.

She just laughed, low and throaty, and then she was kissing him again, deeper, hungrier. Her thick body ground against him in the red stilettos, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest.

"Damn, baby," she whispered against his lips. "You got me all worked up."

And she was. She could feel it—hot, slick, demanding. Every inch of her new body was alive, sensitive, begging for more. Her nipples were hard, straining against the thin red top. Her round ass felt like it was made to be touched, explored, fucked.

Taylor was hesitating, though. She could feel him holding back, trying to find some shred of the good boy he used to be.

She wasn't having that.

"What you waitin' for, baby?" she purred, her nails scraping down his chest.

"I know you want this. I can feel it."

And she could. His hard cock was pressing against her thick thigh, hot and demanding.

Taylor groaned, his hands gripping her ass tighter.

"I... I don't know about this, Sharonda..."

She just smiled—a slow, sharp, knowing thing.

"Ain't no 'I' no more, baby," she said, her voice dripping with honey and something darker. "It's all me now."

And then she was kissing him again, her thick body grinding against him, her hands pulling at his clothes.