Wicked chance - Chapter 6

Her breasts, so firm and large yet supple, beckoned to be enveloped in soft caresses and her tight, perfectly sculpted ass was a vision of pleasure and sin, begging to be held by strong hands. The once thin muscular body of James had melded into an hourglass figure, soft and voluptuous curves only a man's fevered dreams could summon.

She felt the flush of arousal creep upon her face as she ran her hands over the mysterious contours of her new body, thrilling to the new sensations she discovered. The supple flesh between her thighs was slick and warm, and a moan escaped her lips as she slid a tantalizing finger through the glistening folds. She tasted the salty sweetness of her own arousal on her fingertips and marveled at the soft, feminine moans she coaxed from her own mouth.

Never in his life had James ever experienced something so raw, so powerful; a surge of carnal desire that threatened to consume him and transform into something otherworldly. Yet, as Jasmine, she reveled in the feeling, her fingers never straying as they circled and danced across her newfound wetness and hot little hole.