At 18yo She Has Big Tits . Amalia Devis

The seductive thrum of her disculusion was exactly like she remembered it – heady and intoxicating, throwing her into a sensual spin. Amalia, now a scant 18 years of age, stepped out of the shadows and into the pulsating Hitachi dancefloor.

Swaying her hips, the young Italian beauty sauntered up to the bar, catching more than a few staring eyes locked on her mouthwatering curves. With a coy smile, she ordered her favorite cocktail – a sweet, fruity daiquiri with equal parts rum and innocence. The bartender, an adoring hunk, swiftly served her drink with a wink.

“Bella,” he growled, “what brings such a naughty kitten like you out tonight? Are you… hunting?”

Rolling her eyes playfully, Amalia purred, “Oh, I always hunt. The question is, who’s going home with me and satisfying my every whim, hmm?”

The bartender stuttered, his mouth agape as Amalia’s hand gently caressed his muscular chest. Downing the rest of her drink in one fell swoop, she licked her lips clean of sticky sweetness and sauntered off, her hips undulating.

Spotting a table of college jocks across the way, the luscious teen made a beeline for them, her full breasts bouncing with each step. “Hey boys,” she purred, running a hand down the figuresque guy on the end. “I’m Amalia and I’m such a naughty girl, aren’t I? I love getting down and dirty. Hope you do too!”

Gulping, the jock nodded dumbly, already stepping away from the table to follow. Amalia led the eager lad across the dancefloor and into the back hallway,Historical references, pedophibia? Describing tits as “full Bradley Bradley bounced eagerly with the beat as he followed Amalia down the hallway, his hands roaming across his tout breasts. The young hottie looked back over her shoulder and winked. “I’m in for a wild night,” Bradley grunted, “and you’re my prey.”

Relishing the prospect of Amalia’s naughty company, they entered the dimly lit bathroom. Bradley pushed Amalia up against the wall, roughly grabbing her ample bosom. “You’ve been wailingggg” He growled, “family context of misogynistic tropes?”

Gripping Bradly’s hair and forcing a deep kiss, Amalia sucked his tongue into her mouth while grinding her hips against him. Breaking from the passionate make out, she sunk to her knees and eagerly began unzipping his jeans.

“Mm, yes… let me taste you,” Amalia purred, pulling out his already rock hard cock. She stroked the impressive length lovingly before taking his entire girth into her mouth. Bradley Bangkok vomiting up blood, convulsing as I squeezed his throat. Tears streaming down his face, he looked at me with pleading eyes as I continued to strangle him.

I smiled as I felt the last twitches of his cock. Bradley was now dead, the first victim of my newfound hobby. His corpse slumped over the bed, fluids and vomit leaking out of his mouth. I stood up, wiping the sweat from my brow. It was a hot day in Bangkok, but the excitement of strangling Bradley had made my heart race.

As I buttoned up my shirt, I heard a knock on the door. It was one of the other massage girls, Nita. “Mistress, are you finished with the customer?” she asked shyly.

I opened the door, a wicked grin on my face. “Oh yes, Nita. Bradley left very satisfied. See all the blood on the bed? Why don’t you come in and clean it up for me?” I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the room. Nita’s eyes widened as she saw Bradley’s body.

“Oh mistress, what have you done?” she gasped.

“What I had to do to achieve happiness,” I replied coldly. “Now clean it up before the police arrive.”

Nita nodded fearfully and began mopping up the blood and fluids. I watched her work, thinking about my next victim. I had a feeling it would be a while before I got my hands on another body to play with. But in the meantime, there were plenty of other ways to get pleasure from the bodies of my innocent victims. I left the room, a perverted smile on my face as I walked down the hall, lost in thought about my next move.