You investigate this new leak

With your thighs clamped around his lap there is no escape for the tortured Mr. Cleft. You lock eyes with him and a mischievious smile spreads across your full lips.

"Why, Mr. Cleft, I do believe another leak has been sprung," you say.

You push your bare slit against the wetness seeping through his underwear and your smile only spreads.

"Yes, I'm certain of it! I am going to have to check this out!"

You begin to slide down his chest, your hands pressed against his bare skin.

"W-wait!" Mr. Cleft objects, but does little to resist. "No, it's..it's fine...I..."

Your hands slide down his muscular stomach and onto the waist of his underwear. Your face is now even with the glistening lump of his wet underwear. There can be no doubt he has lost it from all the rubbing and has filled his tighty whiteys with what looks to be a substantial load of cum.

You look up at him as your fingers slide beneath the elastic band of his underwear.

"I think I had better examine this leak more closely," you say.

"Oh, God, I...no, you'd better not," he says and takes hold of your wrists.

Your lips are only a few inches from the moist lump in his underwear.

"How am I going to be able to take care of this leak?" You ask. "I've got to see how bad it is..."

You lower your lips until they are almost touching the mound in his underwear and let just a tiny triangle of your tongue protrude. It flicks out and closes the distance, just a momentary contact that gives you a taste of Mr. Cleft's salty cum.

"Mmmmm," you smile and look up at him. "I really need to get in there and take a look..."

You tug on the waist of his underwear. His hold on your wrists seems to be relaxing.