Swap tents

The Swap Tents at the music festival was incredibly popular. There were two of them, and people would line up for either one without being able to see who was in line at the other. When they stepped into the tent, they would swap bodies with the person in the other tent and be in a stranger’s body for five minutes.
When it was Jon’s turn, he found himself suddenly in the body of an extremely busty blonde. Wasting no time, he yanked his top open and began stroking his tremendous breasts, fingers gliding over each inch of skin as desire flitted through him and buried itself in his center. His fingers found his nipples and squeezed them, the sharp pain driving the pleasure even harder through him.
Hiking up his skirt, he stroked himself, fingers finding his slick entrance. His dew quickly became a torrent, driven as much by the feeling as by the sight and sound of this hot mom touching herself. Her body was incredible. Every inch a delight, and he soon moaned as the first orgasm flitted through him, the lewd sounds of his fingers inside his new pussy so loud in the quite tent.
Before the orgasm had finished, Jon was back in his own body. His pants were unbuttoned, his cock ins hand, cum dribbling down his fingers. It seemed the hot mom had enjoyed him as much as he’d enjoyed her. he cleaned himself off and slipped out of the tent. He ran around to the other side, hoping to catch a glimpse of the woman he’d been inside, but she was gone. He kept his eyes open the rest of the festival, searching for the MILF he’d briefly enjoyed. If they’d had so much fun with their bodies alone, maybe they could have even more fun together.

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