Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Monday...Lunch with Jonathan: Leah sucks Mr. Howard's balls without gusto...(Luck:+5)

Leah let her tongue trace a dead-eyed spiral down the underside of his shaft, not even pretending to savor the veined texture or the chemical tang of his skin. She gave a lazy, limp-fisted pump with her hand, barely committing to the movement. With a sigh that could have wilted the bathroom’s plastic air freshener, she dropped even lower, letting his cock slap wetly across her cheek as she opened her mouth and took one of his balls between her lips. There was a briny sweat to the skin, a flavor that reminded her of bad oyster shooters from college, and she nearly coughed. But she kept going, because this was her life now—Monday afternoons in trendy restaurants, getting the taste of another woman’s husband on her tongue while her own fiancé waited for her return with a hopeful smile.

She held his shaft up in one hand and lamely put her mouth to his balls. Even though the effort was without gusto, Mr. Howard still enjoyed it. His wife certainly wasn't doing this kind of thing for him.

“Oh, hell yes,” Howard hissed, his voice dropping into a register reserved for only the grossest satisfaction. “Jesus, Miss Williams. That’s five-star service right there. Aren’t you glad you got your degree? All that time in college really paid off—I mean, you could teach a masterclass in this. You ever considered a second job at one of those chef’s tables? Or maybe a pop-up?”

She ignored him completely, focusing on the mechanical: lips, teeth, tongue. Her jaw worked in slow, deliberate circles, drawing as much saliva as she could manage and letting it pool, dribbling down his sack in thin, sticky ropes. She switched sides, letting her tongue push and pull on him with the casual disrespect of someone cleaning a bathroom she didn’t own. No matter what she did, he kept a running commentary going, as if he were judging a cooking show and she was the damn amuse-bouche.

“Oh, you like to savor those? Good, good, don’t rush. Appreciate the local flavor.” He laughed, a sharp wet huff. “I bet you could do this all day if I let you.” A pause, then: “You ever tried ‘em with a side of marinara?”

She would have bitten him, hard, if she thought it would actually end the encounter.

"Really?" Leah ignored the question and asked one of her own "are you even close?" Leah asked in frustration, pulling off his balls for a moment.

"Just get back to sucking them and I will be." he said, thrusting his hips toward her. Leah moved her mouth to his balls. Mr. Howard took his cock in his hand and began to stroke his cock's head. Leah began to use her hand softly as she looked up at him. He was enjoying the view.

"Ah fuck...yes...that's it. You love those meatballs don't you? Ahhhh don't answer, not polite to talk with your mouth full." he would have chuckled but he was feeling too good as he saw Leah's eyes looking up at him sucking his balls as he stroked himself.

"Going to make me cum already...fuck!" He groaned out, his voice's excited tone adding to the degenerate sounds which swirled around the bathroom.