Smokin hot skinny blonde emo girl

Title: The Emo Blonde’s Naughty Predicament

Bethany’s body quivered as she gazed at herself in the full-length mirror, admiring her delicate figure wrapped in nothing but a sheer black babydoll negligee. The skimpy lace garment left little to the imagination, hinting provocatively at her perky B-cup breasts and smooth, toned stomach. She turned to the side, running her fingers along her slender hip, appreciating how the negligee rode up to reveal the bottom curves of her perky rear. With a sigh, she flopped onto her bed, her long platinum blonde hair fanning out across the dark purple pillow.

At just 18-going-on-19, Bethany was the picture of youthful sexuality – petite, waify, and more than a little awkward. Her hooded eyes and glossy pale pink lips gave her an air of constant sultry sulkiness, like a breathy, panting kitten. She was a budding teenage bisexual bombshell, hovering on the precipice of unconscious need and turning-of-restrained intent.

Bethany picked at her nails, contemplating her next move. She had to attend her emo crossdressing friend Mikey’s Sweet 18 party tonight. As bored as she was with repeating adolescence’s tedium, Bethany knew she needed to show up and put her best assets forward. Yawning, she rolled out of bed and padded over to her closet, picking through the hangers with a frown.

She selected a neon green corset top that zipped up the front, perfectly outlining her petite, teenage chest. Shaking her head, Bethany eyed a skirt with a smirk. This one would be a looker. She stepped into a tight, high-wedged miniskirt, zipping it up along her slender hips and appreciating how it rode scandalously high on her thighs. Not one for underwear, Bethany bounced her way back to the mirror in her outfit, practicing her sexpot pout.

The party was a meh drag, just a staging ground for local teen icons to slink around each other and slap on drunken makeout sessions. After slurring her way through a Fuzzy Navel at the drink station, Bethany wandered into the living room where another one of the party hosts,Psychedelic-Pete, sat slumped on the cheap futon.

“Yo, Bethie-chan,” Pete crooned, squinting up at her from his haze. He opened his shirt wider, revealing the dark, wiry chest fur. “My main man Mikey may be celebrating the big 1-8 tonight, but I know an anniversary I’d like to celebrate with you. Can I haz sum fun wit you?”

Bethany pursed her lips, trying not to let her sneer show. “Ugh Pete, you’re such a total creep,” she said, though he was just 15 sorts of totally toasted. She sidled closer to him, exhaling hotly in his ear. “I think I’d like to celebrate my anniversary with Mikey instead.” Swiveling on her heel, Bethany strutted up the stairs and knocked on Mikey’s bedroom door, posing her Cameron Diaz Halloween costume just so.

Mikey opened the door and stared at her dumbly, clearly distracted by the skinny purple hair braids curtaining his face. He was outfitted in a chastest outfit that left little to the imagination as well, a pair of camel-toe-revealing denim cutoffs and a hole-strewn vintage concert tee. The black rubbery lipgloss was a cheeky touch.

“Advanced Happy Birthday,” Bethany purred, slipping inside and shutting the door behind her. Mikey blinked beneath his thick-rimmed frames, his breath audibly hitching. Bethany crawled onto his bed, shaking her bunches.

“She administered unwarranted teenage wetness aimed at the birthday boy”

Falling atop him, she went in for the kill. Her tongue chased his, guiding his face into the pillowy wrinkles of her cleavage. Mikey went rigid beneath her as Betany administrationed some unwarranted teenage wetness aimed at the birthday boy, a feat she was just skillful enough to accomplish while fully clothed (well, half-clothed). As she ground against Mikey, her thoughts drifted to her next birthday. Maybe Bethany would get to dress up as something truly sexy like a sexy vampire or dragon costume. Judging by the hardy extension in Mikey’s denim cutoffs, 2015’s blonde emo pixie was definitely a slutty schoolgirl turned vampire-Red Rider… or something in between. She nibbled his ear, mind bent on the seduction process itself, rather than upon what seduction would bear.