"You mean, from his...thing?" Clarice responds in a scandalized tone. But she looks you up and down and her gaze rests on your bulge straining in your pants. The eager glimmer in her eyes belies her hesitance.
nods and idly traces a finger down the slope of Clarice's brassiered breast.
"Will you teach me how? I've never done it before?" Clarice looks at with adorable puppy dog eyes. responds only with a smile and, wrapping her arm around her new friend's waist, they stride together towards your desk.
Without a moment to spare, you rush around to the other side of your desk and lean on the edge. The girls sit down before you, their long, naked legs folded underneath them.
"Men like it when you do all the work," instructs in a sultry voice. "Unzip his pants and pull out his dick." Clarice obeys. You make the job easier for her, as soon as she frees your manhood, it springs out and bumps her lightly on the chin. She is taken aback, and looks up at you with a goofy smile on her face. She looks back down and stares eye-to-eye with your python.
"Try wrapping your fingers around it, to test out the size." Clarice nods nervously: she is obviously worried about handling your formidable length and girth. She delicately wraps her fingers around your cock, and doesn't quite manage to touch her thumb and index finger together. She gasps, bites her lip, and looks up at you in apprehension.
places her hands reassuringly on Clarice's shoulders, massaging her like a boxing coach. "It will be alright. You'll be surprised how much of that you can take in to that cute mouth of yours. Try licking him on the undersize, just under the head."
Clarice does as she's told. Her tongue swipes the down the thick artery on the underside of your cock. You shudder when the tip of her tongue tickles the sensitive junction where shaft meets the head. More boldy now, she does it again. This time, her gaze remains locked with yours, searching for approval as she slavers over your cock. Her hand instinctively starts jerking you off softly.
"You can stroke harder than that." wraps her hand around Clarice's. She tightens their grip and begins pumping more forcefully back and forth. Meanwhile, Clarice starts suckling the head. She makes valiant efforts to keep her teeth off the invading mushroom tip, but manages to just scrape her teeth across the top, giving you a tingling sensation. She seems to get stuck with the cockhead between her lips: she suckles like a baby at the teat, ineffectually.
"Clarice, you will need to get more into your mouth. It's the shaft that counts," says, entertained by the scene. Clarice lets your manhood pop from her mouth, and they release their grip from you. You gasp in frustration at the sudden lack of stimulation.
"Oh , I don't think I can," Clarice says like an earnest schoolgirl trying to convince her teacher to drop an impossible assignment.
"Sure you can," coaxes .
Clarice sits with her hands in her lap, your cock swaying in her face. She stares at it, entranced, like a snake charmer with the tables turned on her.
"Um, okay," Clarice agrees. "But, um... can... can you show me how to do it?" She gives the puppy-dog look again.
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