In a small suburban town, there lived a precocious little girl named Collette. At the tender age of 9, she already knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to go after it. Her parents, oblivious to their daughter’s budding sexuality, left her to explore on her own, often returning home to find her engaged in naughty games with her friends.
One warm summer evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Collette decided to invite a special friend over for a playdate. His name was Mr. Johnson, a quiet, unassuming man who lived in the house next door. Collette had a secret crush on him, finding his kind eyes and gentle manner both comforting and exciting.
As Mr. Johnson entered the house, Collette approached him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’m so glad you could come over, Mr. Johnson,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. “I have a special surprise for you.”
Leading him to her bedroom, Collette closed the door behind them. The room was a testament to her youthful perversity, with posters of half-naked models plastered on the walls and a collection of sex toys hidden beneath her bed.
“Mr. Johnson, I want to show you something,” Collette said, crawling onto her bed and spreading her legs wide open. “Look at my tiny pussy. It’s so wet and ready for you.”
Mr. Johnson’s eyes widened as he gazed upon the sight before him. Collette’s prepubescent body was silky smooth, her hairless pubic area gleaming with arousal. His heart raced as he reached for his belt, unbuckling it with trembling hands.