Writhing

 Josh let out another moan, writhing in extacy on this couch. He was walking to his car when he got hit and instantly killed by a driver not paying attention. God took pity on him and granted him the ability to come back as Elisha, the girl who killed him. Reluctant to let go of his life so soon, he agreed. 

Cue this moment when, after he squirted on the coach for the fifth time, he heard the dead bolt unlock and his new dad, mom and younger brother burst in. He quickly grabbed the blankets and moved them to cover his very naked body and act like he was napping 

“God it smells in here. Did we leave the fridge open?” Elisha’s mom asked, Josh’s musky new odor covering the room. The thought made him even more horny, this beautiful of a body smelling so horrid and disgusting. 

He’d decided he wouldn’t shower for days, letting the grease pile up and his skin to break out. It was so hot smelling this body, it would bring him to climax easier, and coupled with the little (only necessary things like cleaning his pussy) cleaning, proved to be a deadly combination