She’s a demon. A down right sinful devil dressed up in a pretty bow and long sleeved, tight fitted Dress. A temptress in the form of a teenage girl. But she’s my devil. My little psycho.

But she’s also a delicate flower. A fucked up, horny, delicate flower. She’s my pretty pervert with pretty eyes and soft thighs. She’s like cream, she’s that soft. And once her thighs are around you, you’ll forget your own name.

She’s like whiskey in a tea cup. She loves me with lethal lust.