The warm summer sun was bearing down on the park, where little Sandra was sitting on the bench next to the pond. She was wearing a flimsy light blue tank top and dark blue shorts, exposing quite a lot of her lithe, sun-kissed body. Her bike is parked right next to the bench as she suckles on the tip of her water bottle.

It should be noted, however, that Sandra was a nymphomaniac. And not just any kind of nymphomaniac, not your regular common-or-garden likes-a-lot-of-sex nymphomaniac, no. Sandra - all lustrous black hair, smooth, crisp skin and sensual mouth - was a nympho with a difference, a nympho on a mission, a nympho with a capital N-Y-M- — well, you get the idea. An absolute slut of a nympho, a cock-gobbling, cum-sucking monster of a nympho, a nympho of debauched and degraded tastes, a lover of seedy surrounds and risky sex with multiple strangers.

Oh, and she's [of your desired loli age].

She was on the lookout for her prey — that is, any handsome grown man that just so happened to wander about — spreading her legs pertly on the bench to intrigue any possible passing target. It didn't take long for her to find exactly what she was looking for, because soon a