Clarice slowly rises to her feet, a horrified look spreading across her face. Her eyes dart fearfully from , to you, and back to . Clarice backs up two steps towards the door, and finally turns and bolts. But is too fast for her and grabs her arm, whipping her back around.
Grabbing a handful of Clarice's shoulder-length blonde hair, drags her stumbling back to your desk and pushes her face up onto the desk. Clarice's ass hangs off one end, and her head hangs off the opposite edge just above your lap. Her startled eyes plead at you upside-down.
"Tie her down!" hisses wickedly. Responding instantly, you take your tie off and bind Clarice's hands together. Meanwhile, pulls Clarice's skirt and panties off with a single tug, and forces her knees apart. By the time you're done tying, is poised between Clarice's legs. She dabs her tongue tentatively over the sparse but very blonde bush.
"Sweet and fresh, like baby powder," reports with an evil grin before burying her face wholeheartedly into Clarice's pink pussy. You can tell from the way her tongue sticks that Clarice's cunt starts out dry, but that quickly changes from a combination of wet licking and natural lubrication. In minutes, is forcing her tongue as far up Clarice's tight hole as her swollen labia will allow. tickles her clit vigorously with her nose, and you idly wonder if Clarice can get pregnant from the facial-cum-muffdiving.
Clarice remains strangely quiet as she transitions from paralyzed terror to involuntary pleasure. As probes her with her tongue, she begins to "Oooh!" guiltily, in a rising crescendo. You start to worry that someone might hear and come to investigate.
shares your concern. "Looks like we're going to have to gag her." That wicked grin never once leaves her glistening, girl cum-smeared lips. |