The girl's lips are always so soft and moist, tinged with innocence and passion, like a budding flower striving to bloom. No matter how much she resists initially, once she's addicted, there's only endless demand and complete possession. This is the temptation of Lolita; few can resist it, and Adrian is no exception.
"I feel like... I'm about to melt..." Little Emma murmured, her face flushed as she looked at him with dreamy, almost drunken eyes. Her whole body leaned back, almost to a 90-degree angle.
"Who made you such a tempting little devil?" Adrian sighed, his fingers reluctantly caressing her youthful face.
Little Emma giggled, tightened her arms around his neck trying to pull him even closer, "I love you, Ed, give me another sweet kiss."
"No, Emma, not right now." Adrian glanced at the time and pulled away, "We've been out here for quite a while; if we don't go back now, someone might get suspicious."
