They were delivered by crayon note. “I need to make the Dragon spit!” The note read. Mr. P, my way too older neighbor, knew the note was from Pervy little Peyton. Mr. P was new to the neighborhood and hadn’t yet been invited to this age play sex game I love to play. The crayon scribble burned at his cock and made him want to go see me right away! At the time, I was playing in my sand box, giggles. But I wanted to be playing big girl games with my neighbor. My crayon note teases make the pervy man want to put his hands on my forbidden body. Those crayon notes make him obsessed with only one way out of the torment. It all started one day when I caught my neighbor playing with his dragon during a summer break swim in my family’s pool.
I think my bubble butt in my tiny strawberry blossom bikini was a hit. Whenever I would bounce my bubble butt up and down on my pool toy it looked like the neighbor was in a lot of pain. So, I asked, “Are you ok, Mr. P” and he said, “Yes, Peyton, there is a dragon in my pants.” I giggled because that sure sounded funny to me. He said that the dragon needed to spit fire and that after he would feel better.
My crayon notes are legendary in the neighborhood. Whenever I ‘bless’ a perv with a crayon note that means I am inviting him over to play in my forbidden princess castle. His dragon can spit wherever it wants to. Doesn’t that make you want to be the recipient of a crayon note? I wonder how old I am in this pervy phone fantasy? You’ll need to call to find out.