The Living room

Lola shoves John in the direction of the living room. Guiding him toward a open room with a big couch, a giant tv sit . The simplistic style of the white matted sofa with enough room for enough to entertain a family movie.

"Pick your prize pizza boy. I'll let you pick anything" The mini seductress coos, staring John down.

"A blowjob?" John's asks carefully. Questing that this is even happening. His cock twitches as she palms at it some more. Lola groans at his request, almost disappointed.

"Awwhh... I was hoping you'd fuck me, but if that's what you want." She smiles devilishly. "I'm going to make it worth it though. Scratching playfully at John's balls, tossing the black book to the couch behind him. Pressing him forward, towards a sit.

John sits silenced by the girls playing and toying at his body. Lola also sits, kneeled beside him, undoing his jeans. She pulls his stiffened shaft from the hole, freeing it from his boxers

"I've been wanting some practice anyway. Owh... look at you, just the right training size too." Lola compliments, griping the base with her soft hands. Her small hand perfectly wrapping around its mass.

The pizza boy moans looking into Lola's eyes, lifting his hips ever so slightly. She smiles looking into them as she slowly lowers her face beside the underside of his cock. Lips pressing and kissing at were his scrotum and shaft meet.

John's moans once more, but this time loader, slapping a hand down on to her ass. Lola giggles licking up the back of his pole, the side of her tongue flicking passed the sensitive tipped glands.

"Care...ful" John protests cautiously. " I don't want to come so soon!" He groans.

Lola grins grabbing at the book, fixating her attention to it. Though she strokes at his cock slowly, as she studies a page within it. John's eyes wander the cover in confusion. A long, unhuman like phallus, decorates the front. No text of any kind, just a faded symbol that looks similar to the yin-yang. Though without any dots or a black and white differentiation.

Before John could ask anyway questions about the weird looking book. The little Lola gets up setting the book aside again, kneeling between his legs.

"You ready? I'll make it nice and slow for you." Lola declares, mumbling some other words under her breath. Almost like in a chant, she places a squeezed hand around the tip and shaft, her thumb firmly placed over the tip. Her other hand cups and pets at his balls, as she closes her eyes in front of him.