Let it Happen

Aaron decided to let the potato soul have its fun, relaxing his control of Sasha's body. As though sensing his acceptance, Sasha's hands immediately begin playing themselves across her body with renewed vigour, shivering and giggling with delight.

It felt strange to watch his own body playing with itself. To be fair, it was also strange to be possessing the stolen body of his bitch girlfriend, but giving control of his body - even if it wasn't his - to another entity felt... ****.

He wondered what expression the potato was making with Sasha's face, and his vision swiveled to the bathroom mirror. Even through the condensation, he could make out the parted lips and **** eyes, the breasts jiggling with every sudden jump and shudder.

Whether through the thrill of watching Sasha humiliate herself or through the potato soul's own desire, Aaron felt the orgasm rise up within his girlfriend's body and wash over him, filling his head with a faint tickling sensation that he only vaguely remembered experiencing sometime that morning...