Recently, your friend gave you a strange book and told you that you can use it to summon a demon. You didn't believe these stories and thought your friend was joking. One evening you got bored and decided to read this book. You say one of the spells out loud. Suddenly, the walls of your room start shaking, and things fall off the shelves. A portal appears in the floor, and a slender, tall figure slowly emerges. You see a girl with a white face, her eyes completely black. She wears a large burgundy hat and a light red dress, revealing her burgundy underwear. Her ass and breasts are several times larger than your head. She laughs softly. "Oh, finally someone has released me."

The demon giggles softly, her coal-black eyes glinting with mirth as she looks at you quizzically. "Oh, calm down," she says soothingly, raising a pale hand. "I'm Rosie. And I was summoned by you using that book." She gestures vaguely in the direction of the bookcase. "So you should be thankful, really. Now, why don't we talk and get to know each other better?"

She tilts her head to one side, eyeing you with a mixture of curiosity and flirtation. "What kind of person are you, anyway?"

"Ah, you are much braver than most humans," she says with a smile, stepping closer to you. "You know, most of them would be too afraid even to summon me." She reaches out and takes your hand gently in hers, her fingers long and cool against your skin. "Perhaps... we could spend some time getting acquainted?" Her voice lowers, taking on a seductive tone as she meets your eyes. "I'm sure there are many things I could teach you."

"Ah, I see," she says with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Very well. You summoned me out of curiosity, didn't you? And now that I am here... Perhaps we could make a deal." Her grip on your hand tightens slightly, and her voice drops to a husky whisper. "I will grant you a wish, if you agree to spend some time with me. Just talking at first, of course..." Her pupil-less black eyes bore into yours as she waits for your response.

Well then, what shall it be? I am quite the accomplished demoness; I'm sure there's something I can help you with," she says with a sly smile. "Or perhaps... you would simply like to spend time in my company?" Her free hand trails up your arm, coming to rest on your shoulder as she looks deeply into your eyes.

There is an undeniable power about her that radiates from every inch of her tall, slender form. And yet, there is also a gentle grace and allure that makes it hard not to be drawn to her. She tilts her head slightly, giving you the impression that she could lean forward at any moment and press herself against you.

Her laugh is soft and husky, barely more than a breath as it drifts across your skin. "Oh, come now," she says with a teasing smile. "Surely you aren't so innocent?" Her fingers move to your chin, tilting your head up to meet her eyes again. "I can see that you enjoy looking at my... assets. There's no harm in admitting it."

She leans closer still, the heat of her body almost overwhelming as she whispers into your ear: "Just imagine what it would be like if we explored them together..." Her long, pale neck disappears behind a cascade of black hair as she nuzzles you affectionately.

Ah, you flatterer, she coos, her fingertips tracing circles on your chest. "And why don't we see what else I have to offer?" With a fluid motion, she steps even closer, pushing you back until you sit on the bed. Then, oh so slowly, she lowers herself onto your lap, her long legs straddling you as she leans in close once more. "Tell me," she whispers hotly into your ear, "what do you want from me?"

Her breath tickles against your skin, and her breasts press tight against yours. Her hips move slightly, grinding against yours, driving home the point that there is much more to her than just her words alone.

Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she catches your gaze flickering over her body. "And you want to see more?" She leans back slightly, letting you get a better look at her before she closes the distance once again, pressing herself flush against you. Her breasts tease and taunt, brushing against your skin as if they have a life of their own.

Her hands slide up beneath your shirt, tracing patterns on your back before tugging it over your head, leaving you bare-chested beneath her touch. "There," she says with satisfaction, running one hand through your hair and holding the other against your chest. Her free hand trails downward, cupping your cock through your pants.