“God, I’m cumming, Zoey! You’re gonna make me cum–!”
Ellie threw her head back as she thrust deep into me, milking more jism out of me and earning a squeal of ecstasy. Her hips jerked a few times, nails digging into my ass while she groaned and rode her climax. Even when I’d run out of cum, I continued to orgasm in the aftermath. When she was done, she collapsed next to me, covering her eyes with her forearm as she recovered. Like a man. Likewise, my hips slumped down until my clitty was mashed into the mess I’d made. Like a girl.
“Thank you, Zoey baby. That was incredible…” she breathed. She reached out and touched my shoulder, and I sprang out of bed and grabbed my bag with my guy clothes in it. I almost felt like I didn’t deserve them. The tears were coming again, and this time I couldn’t tell if they were from anger or sorrow. Ellie finally noticed how distraught I was, and sat up with her arm outstretched. “Zoey, wait, I’m sorry–”
“My name is Zach!” I yelled, and she flinched. But was it really? Who was I anymore?
Without another word, I fled from her house and never looked back.
