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The Wet Diary (part 1)

Chapter 4 BIANCA 4

Word Count: 1793    |    Released on: 12/03/2025

ppy, and I know she wouldn't have wanted him going to a hooker or anything like that. I was clean; I had no diseases or anything. What the fuck? I had this cock

let his cum shoot out and go wherever. But if a guy seemed like he really wanted me to and I liked him, I'd keep my mouth on him and down the who

would have shot off already. I could sense that he was close. I even looked up to him and told him I

uiding my strokes. I was really appreciative of the fact that he wasn't trying to jam it down my throat. Some

to encourage them to let go of their juices, and that was all it took. The first spurt rocketed off the back of my mouth. A second and third did the same. Mr Cleff was aston

owing in gulps. I continued teasing the tip with my tongue by flicking at it. I could feel each spurt as it left. I had swallowed maybe five or six times before he finished. I was so

y face again and laid on me, giving me the most sensuous kiss. He bent down, picked up the cushion, and flipped it back on the couch. Mr Cleff walked over near the door and turned off the main

but so far, so good. Mr Cleff motioned for me to remove my jeans, which I did. I was kind of nervous as I wiggled out of my panties. The darkened room helped lessen my embarrassment. Before I even had a chance to feel uncomfortable, Mr Cleff sat down on the bare floor just in f

es I had yet to even explore. He used his tongue, his lips, and even his breath to stimulate my body. The redneck boys my age thought they

I couldn't resist grabbing a tuft of his curly hair, especially when he got on a particularly se

ass on this. "God damn it, other men should know how to do this shit!" In just a little bit he had me at my first orgasm, and then another, and still more. I

continued grinding myself against it for relief. But Mr Cleff left me wanting nothing. As this first encounter ended, I whispered to him that I would be anxi

eet, and so all he got from me was some serious eye contact and a little wink. Waiting an entire week was like living without air. My imagination constantly dragged me back to

for some object that I thought I could use to practice with. Maybe it was just me, but I felt like that scumbag Uncle Xander was somehow sensing my horniness. He seemed to just be there every time

switch inside me. Sex up until then was something I just kind of did for the guys. They kept you around if you kept them happy. And the social part of being with the group meant you had to "put out" some to stay in the crowd. Mr

Mr Cleff's little room. Mr Cleff's eyes lit up as he saw me approaching. I remember looking around to make sure no one was directly behind me. I had no sooner entered his room when he quietly closed the door and bolted it again. This

ckling my jeans. I didn't know exactly what would happen this time, but I knew I needed to have his tongue between my legs again. Damn if he didn't start right where he had left off the week before. After maybe my second or third orgasm, he stood up and began removing his pants.

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