And there I was... back late after curfew and being punished for it... hovering my open mouth and extended tongue just an inch above Dr. Thorpe’s throbbing c**k. I paused for a moment.
“Go on, Claudia,” he said impatiently – just the cue I had been waiting to hear. “Get that dirty thing cleaned off on your tongue.”
I dove forward, dipping my mouth low. His c**k touched the very edge of my lips. The skin felt surprisingly soft and delicate, a very smooth surface, made slick by my spit. I let my face descend farther, allowing his girth to enter my mouth at last. The idea of having a veiny manroot in my mouth had tantalized me for so long, and now it was finally happening. I took him slow and delicately. My teeth accidentally grazed along the top of his shaft; I didn’t expect having to acco
