I sucked his dick. At this point it felt like I did not even have a choice but I did it anyway. I decided to turn this opportunity into a learning experience and I sucked his dick with whatever I seen in porn. I might have liked it but I would have liked it even more if it was with somebody I loved. It wasn't bad tbh. I gave it my all and took it like I ought to. His words not mine. He was clean shaven and he smelled a bit musky? Down there. I don't know, it never smelled bad. It just smelt like crotch. Or how a guy's crotch should smell? Tf would I know?
He tried to put it in though and that I where I drew the line. It hurt so much I felt like I was going to die and I didn't want to but he kept forcing his dick head in and I kicked him off cause I couldn't continue. He said I cried like a bitch and he started to mock the sounds of pain I made. I mocked him back with all his embarrassing little moans and groans he made sounding like some ghost baby. We fought after that and then he left.
I pushed soap up my crotch again. I felt disgusting.
Daddy asked me if I was okay. I cried and told him that I'm just fine. He gave me a hug.
Rema
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The Diary of Rema Williams
General FictionThis is the personal life story of Rema Williams. Bringing to life all her experiences from the very beginning to the end. Watch her blossom like a flower.
