The training hall's wooden floor felt cool against my back, but everything else was on fire. Isobel's clone straddled me in reverse, her ass cheeks spreading wide as she sank down onto my cock. She was identical to Isobel, down to the way her pussy gripped me, but there was this eager edge to her that the main one didn't have.
"Isobel didn't ride you like this, did she?" she'd whispered before lowering herself, her voice a husky mimic of her original's calm dominance.
The main Isobel playfully taunted back, but she hadn't argued. Sex made people different. As it turned out, it made this clone of her a bit more challenging than the original.
