"Actually, I wanted to try something else," Clarice says, staring at the ground. She looks at you longingly, and her hand drifts between her legs, slowly rubbing herself self-consciously. "Would you make me a woman, ?"
Clarice is a vision of innocent beauty standing before you. A mix of excitement and fear dance in her crystal blue eyes. She wears a natural pink lipstick, made glossy now from a good coating of sperm. The tips of her straight blond hair curl up and just brush her alabaster shoulders. In the heat of their passion, slipped the bra straps from Clarice's shoulders, and as a result her perky breasts strain forward even more against the loosened restraint of her demi-bra.
At 19 years old, she has a soft, lithe frame. Your eyes drift down to her completely flat belly. Its smoothness is interrupted only by the perfect divot of her navel and the hint of her hip bones on either side. Her low-cut panties offer you a good view of all of this, but you still see not a trace of pubic fuzz: either she keeps herself well trimmed, or she looks even younger than she is. Her long coltish legs reach all the way to the ground. They are lean and rounded, with just the faintest muscular lines forced into them by her three-inch heels. Her whole body glows like fine china, white and unblemished. She sucks on her knuckle nervously, but her virginal hesitation is all the more seductive.
Lust rises in you. You stand up, grab Clarice by the shoulders, and lay her across your desk. You point her heels straight up in the air and slide her panties down her long legs, and over her ankles. Giggling, she kicks her panties free, but keeps her hand pressed chastely over her nether lips.
With one hand, you gently pry off her impromptu chastity belt; with the other, you free yourself from the confines of your pants. Her legs now part slightly before you, her knees bent and her heeled feet dangling from the edge of your desk. You can see now that she has a sparse and naturally well-shaped bush. It forms a perfect downy triangle that points towards a pale pink pussy. Eagerly, you position your fully-erect manhood at the threshold of her virginity.
"I've always had a crush on you, ," she whispers to you just before you enter her. Her chest heaves rapidly and you push into her. She winces in pain and yelps in spite of herself. You try again, trying to slip the ridge of your cockhead past her lips, but to no avail. Despite the lubrication of her own excitement, she is still too tight for your considerable size.
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