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Sharonda pulls back just enough to look at him with heavy lashes and a smirk. Fully the Queen of the Ghetto now. She kisses him again, slow and claiming, already deciding this new body and this night are hers. Old Jess is gone. The end.

Sharonda pulled back from the kiss, just enough to look at him through her heavy lashes. Her full lips curved up at the edges in a sharp, knowing smirk. She was the Queen of the Ghetto now, and she knew it.

She kissed him again, slow and claiming, her thick body undulating against him. This new body was hers now. This night was hers now. And Taylor? He was hers now too.

Old Jess wasn't even a memory anymore. Just a ghost, fading fast. There was only Sharonda now—thick, dark-skinned, hungry. And she was going to take what she wanted.

She could feel it building in her—hot, slick, demanding. Every inch of her new body was alive, sensitive, begging for more. Her nipples were hard, aching. Her round ass felt like it was made to be touched, explored, fucked.

And she was going to do it all. Right here, right now, in this dirty condo with the bass thumping outside and her red stilettos digging into the stained carpet.

She was Sharonda now. And Sharonda always got what she wanted.