Ab mene uski chut chatna chalu kiya….Dosto me kali chut ka dewana hu…..Kali chut me lal ….Fudi hayyyee…Je karta hai kacha chaba jau puri…Usk...i chut….Me uski chut pagalo ki tarah chat raha tha..Or kat bhi raha tha….Wo…Chatpata rahi thi….Or ohhhhhh….Ohh…… Amaje nikal rahi thi uske muh se…..Itni der me usne mera pura apne pairo se bada diya or mere muh me wo jhad gayi….Uska pani bhut hi tasty tha…Maja aagaya…..Wo kafi khush thi…..Phir usne mere lund ko chus kar gila kiya or mene uski dono tange. The thought of her mom walking her to get signed up for classes made her feel like a highschooler. Emilia walked slowly into the Main college building. She had registered for classes online. The college seemed like any other. Guys and girls were yelling in the halls. The boys grabbing at the girls skirts and flirting Teachers seemed not to notice and kept on walking. The one thing that she did notice was that almost all the other girls were wearing thin mesh chokers on their necks. They were. The mother died during childbirth and, thanks to her pledge, the child was open to my possession.The early years were almost a new kind of torment. All Alison could do was cry, eat, and shit, and I was trapped in her body, helpless. But she grew, and I was able to experience this new, modern world from the curious eyes of a child; forever trapped in a corner of her mind, a prisoner that could only watch and guide and wait. For now.As she grew older, I would amuse myself with whispered. Lia quickly started moaning and told me “I want it inside me” so I did as she requested and gently inserted the vibrator into her tight wet pussy. I began sliding it in and out slowly at first, then a little more rapidly, and after a few minutes of doing that she cried out “Deeper, put all of it in me” At that point I took the vibrator between my thumb and forefinger and put it all the way inside her until my hand was resting on her pussy lips. I began a rhythm of pulling.