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Isadora’s life flipped overnight. One minute she ruled her days—her rules, her secrets, the straight line she walked for years. Then came the trance. She fucked her teenage self and Kitty, the girl she once loved, inside dreams so raw they felt carved into her. She woke wet, naked, still twitching. Julia stood over her, mouth moving fast. “Do what they say.” Julia had seen everything. The tea she’d drunk. The wristband punishing her for wanting women. Julia’s thighs locked around Isadora’s and she kissed her hard, rolling her hips like she wanted to break skin. Isadora kissed back, tasting the thing she’d sworn off for fifteen years. She pulled away, voice thin. The promise she’d made to herself, to never cross this line, cracked and burned. The tea, or maybe the after-shock heat still humming between her legs, pushed her forward. She buried her face in Julia’s slick, swollen cunt and ate her like a starving woman. They twisted, folded, rode each other through half a dozen tight, grinding positions, bodies slick and shining, until the last tremor left them loose-limbed and kissing slow again. Later, in the quiet, Jenna watched the tension still hanging on Isadora’s shoulders and wanted to know why. Isadora told her everything, trusting Julia. Hoping the trust wasn’t already broken.
Isadora’s life flipped overnight. One minute she ruled her days—her rules, her secrets, the straight line she walked for years. Then came the trance. She fucked her teenage self and Kitty, the girl she once loved, inside dreams so raw they felt carved into her. She woke wet, naked, still twitching. Julia stood over her, mouth moving fast. “Do what they say.” Julia had seen everything. The tea she’d drunk. The wristband punishing her for wanting women. Julia’s thighs locked around Isadora’s and she kissed her hard, rolling her hips like she wanted to break skin. Isadora kissed back, tasting the thing she’d sworn off for fifteen years. She pulled away, voice thin. The promise she’d made to herself, to never cross this line, cracked and burned. The tea, or maybe the after-shock heat still humming between her legs, pushed her forward. She buried her face in Julia’s slick, swollen cunt and ate her like a starving woman. They twisted, folded, rode each other through half a dozen tight, grinding positions, bodies slick and shining, until the last tremor left them loose-limbed and kissing slow again. Later, in the quiet, Jenna watched the tension still hanging on Isadora’s shoulders and wanted to know why. Isadora told her everything, trusting Julia. Hoping the trust wasn’t already broken.