I didn’t recall dying last night, but given how much alcohol I remember consuming, my death was probably embarrassing as fuck, and posted on LiveLea...k by now. I hope I didn’t shit myself. I definitely shit myself. “Satan,” I said to the beautiful queen of evil, “did I shit myself when I died? Because I have this problem where if I drink too much-”“You’re not dead, Brian.” Satan laughed, “you’re just visiting, like your sister. And call me Lucy.”“Right,” I said, snapping my fingers, “you want me. " He said.I smiled a nervous smile and could only manage to say, "Yeah."Even though I'm eighteen, all my life I've always looked about five years (or so) younger with a slim body; I'm not much of a tough guy (which might account for the reason's that I've always felt the need to be dominating and try to control girls while having sex). When I was in high school (and even the year since) I've had older men proposition me from time to time; I've always turned them down in the past. I've had guys. She posed sensually in front, blowing a kiss thenstopping that. She loved this body, this piece of art she wore.She began to undress. First were the long sleeve blouse and then thelong skirt, taking care not to get her nails ruined. Placing thoseaside, she glanced at herself in her undergarments: her C-cup breastsencased in a dark purple satin bra, a corset wrapped around her waist,with pantyhose swaddling from her womanly hips and ass down to herlegs. She took one hand to cup her bosom while. I used soft pressure as if I’m teasing my pussy entry. When I taunt that middle part of my vag, I feel a deep delightful tickle sensation as my pussy lips are pumping blood. That's signal for preparation to several blast-off mega orgasms. The length of object fitted starting on my upper clit all the way to my middle anus.I started softly stroking with the object to let my slit adapt perfectly to it. Once adjusted, fuck...I started feeling my wet lips caressing the thing. I loved the feeling and.