Natacia winces as her body is fully plundered, taken in every way she could imagine. It isn't long before her assailant finishes in her tight rear, filling her once more with his hot spunk, seeming to never run out of energy. She felt utterly humiliated, used beyond a simple ravishing, but as he withdraws from her he doesn't immediately pounce on her again....perhaps a reprieve at last?<br/><br/>With him resting atop her, she could only hope that she'd finally get an opening of sorts. But she felt a...strangeness, a shifting in him atop her that felt extremely weird to her. She tries to make sense of this but her thoughts are immediately derailed when she's flipped over to face...herself?<br/><br/>A shiver passes through her as she hears "her" voice, sees a body that she was intimately familiar with but presented in such an unnerving way. Before she could even protest 'her' lips press to her own, forcing a deep kiss onto her...yet compared to her earlier ravishing the kiss felt almost welcome. Certainly Natacia doesn't struggle, although her exhaustion would explain that...right?