In a secret corner of the house, a wrinkled hand pulls the naive teen closer, his breath hot on her ear. "Just a little taste," he whispers, his eyes gleaming with lust. She nods, her heart pounding, as his tongue darts out, licking her neck, her collarbone, her heaving breasts. He takes his time, savoring her youth, her innocence. His tongue dips into her belly button, tracing the curve of her hip, before finally, deliciously, it reaches her sweet, untouched center. She moans, her body betraying her as it responds to his expert touch, her legs quivering, her breath coming in short gasps.