In a flash, Jason vanishes and you see a gorgeous woman standing in his place. As she stands there, she looks you over. No trace of Jason remains, no glimmer of your drunk friend is visible in her eyes. As you hunt for any signs of Jason, she steps forward, sweeping you into her arms. Pressing her body against your, standing on tip-toes, she kisses you passionately.
"Can't you read the signals?" she grumbles between planting kisses. To under line her question, she hooks one arm around your neck. The other groping to hunt for a response.
"Yes... We do understand each other." she purrs, as she squeezes your cock possessively through your jeans.
"So, you wanna take me upstairs and fuck me til I'm bandy..."
Strutting past you, with only a seductive glance, and her hand tracing its way around your body. She invites herself inside. Some vestigial hint of Jason must remain, as she reaches out a hand to lead you to the bedroom.
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