Little Red: A Lesbian Fairy Tale: Part One

This twisted little fuckstory drops you right into Ms. Flowers' filthy head. Big-tittied, street-smart, always looking for cash and pussy. She calls herself Ms. Flowers, but trust me, her bloom has thorns. Got ties to social services on one hand and Fox the crook on the other. Loves a double-dime payday, loves licking slick snatch even more. Claims Red Riding's got something special. Claims she feels it deep in her guts. Looks at the girl and pictures those soft lips sealed around her dripping cunt. Wants to milk Foxy for every cent she can while the rookie teen still has that wet first-period scent on her. Only snag is this morning she didn't make it out of bed. Red lost it last night after the social-worker bitch told her Mrs. Riding was still breathing. Girl went full blown psycho, breaking shit, foaming, seizing, drenched between the legs with a hunger she doesn't even have a name for yet. Ms. Flowers tried to talk her down, touch her down, fuck the crazy out of her with short fast strokes of experienced tongue. Got her own pussy gushing from the adrenaline of it all. Couldn't bring herself to leave the sheets. Not yet. That little spitfire is naked, wild, and running on instinct. Old whores and young wolves circling her already. Only one queen bitch on the block thinks she can lock her down and taste her first. Guess which one?