Jan. Week 2: Monday: SRO-Leah Swallows (Suspicion: +5 Luck: -15)

Each movement of her supple lips and insistent tongue brought him closer to release, his rhythm becoming erratic as pleasure overtook him. Leah’s senses were flooded with the unmistakable signals of his impending orgasm—the spasms of his hips, the quickening tempo of his breathing. He put her hand on her hand and guided her with the tempo that would lead him to climax.

And then, suddenly, it happened: Roberts erupted into her mouth, a flood of warmth signaling his peak. Leah swallowed reflexively, mechanically ensuring every drop was received—her body's rote response developed over time to combat such distasteful moments.

As he finished, an expression of self-congratulatory satisfaction settled over his face.

"That hit the spot," he announced with smug satisfaction as he casually adjusted his clothing, returning himself to a respectable facade as though nothing untoward had unfolded within those walls.

“Well I’m glad.” Leah said as she dripped with sarcasm.

"Alright then, guess you better get back to class—or fucking Mr. Howard. Maybe I should start using condoms with you actually?" he murmured loud enough to let her hear his jab all the while with that same insufferable smile creeping back onto his face as he pulled up his pants.

She stood up slowly and said nothing. There was nothing to say. She moved to the door and left just as she had come into the the SRO’s office—defeated.