Jan. Week 3: Friday(Raw)-Leah orgasms...(Luck+10)

{if bbc_janwk3_friday=9} Leah hated herself. Because she did. The orgasm came on so hard that her vision went white and her body spasmed in his grip. She shook and clenched, the whole world reduced to the point where their bodies met. For a moment, she forgot about the ****, the shame, the fact that she was fucking a sixty-something bus driver in a janitor’s closet. For a moment, all that existed was the pleasure.

Mr. Bill could always tell when a woman came—the way her pussy locked up, the way she shuddered and gasped around him, the way her face went from porcelain-pale to violently red in half a heartbeat. Leah was no different, no matter how dignified she tried to stay. He grinned, a cruel and horny triumph, as he watched her ride out the last shiver of her climax, still impaled to the root of his cock. He let her have her moment, savoring the sight of her hair clinging to her sweat-soaked cheeks; her teeth sank so deep into her lip they’d probably bruised the skin.

“Goddamn, Miss Leah,” he said, catching her wild, glassy eyes with his own. “Bet you never came like that on no skinny white boy cock.” His hand found her ass, kneading the globe with a greedy affection, then drew back and slapped her with a sharp report that echoed off the cinderblock walls. “You ridein’ like you was born for it. Didn’t know you had that in you. Howard never make you cum like this, did he?”

Leah opened her mouth, maybe to hiss something in return, but all that came out was a choked, wordless cry as the shock wave of the aftershocks hit her. She was still grinding her hips, even as she tried to stop, the pulse between her legs dictating her movements more than her mind. She felt empty and full at the same time—hollowed out by the shame, stuffed to breaking by the size of him. She wanted to curl up and vanish, but her body wanted more. God help her, so did her ego.

She straightened up, refusing to let him see how shaky her thighs were.

“You done yet?” she croaked, voice a gritted snarl.

“Nope, not yet,” Mr. Bill snorted, popping his tongue and rolling his neck with all the lazy satisfaction of a king on his throne. “You got another one in you I bets.” {endif}

{if bbc_janwk3_friday=6} She tried to retreat into herself, to find the safe place teachers are supposed to go for those “numbing” moments. But it was impossible. Mr. Bill overwhelmed her, body and mind, with the sheer audacity of his size and the crude confidence he wielded it with. There was humiliation, yes—but also a delirious sense of raw accomplishment every time her pussy took him deeper, every time he grunted and praised her for handling it like a pro.

"Fuck you take it good gurl," he huffed as she thrust again and again "yo body was built fo' fukin'"

Leah felt the telltale pressure of an orgasm building, shocking her. No fucking way, she told、herself, not from this. But her body betrayed her, clamping down on his slab of cock like a greedy fist while her clit throbbed painfully between them. She stifled a sob of relief and humiliation as her pussy flexed and rippled, the slow-motion climax dragging through her like a fever. Mr. Bill must have、felt it too: he doubled down, fucking her faster with savage glee until, with a grunt, he slammed all the way inside, battering her cervix, and his cock jerked inside her with a shudder.

Leah's orgasm was like an explosion that detonated in her belly and radiated outward until her whole body convulsed like she’d been hit with a live wire. She threw her head back and gasped, her pussy clamping down on Mr. Bill’s massive shaft in frantic, stuttering spasms. It felt like she was being turned inside out, every nerve stripped bare and shocked into raw, unfiltered sensation. She stifled a sob of relief and humiliation as her pussy flexed and rippled, the slow-motion climax dragging through her like a fever. Mr. Bill must have felt it too: he doubled down, fucking her faster with savage glee until, with a grunt, he slammed all the way inside, battering her cervix, and his cock jerked inside of her with a jolt. That had only seemed to egg Mr. Bill on: he cupped her ass and lifted her bodily up, impaling her at a new, impossible angle, sweat rolling down the creases of his neck as he mounted her like a trophy. {endif}

{if bbc_janwk3_friday=13} She tried to retreat into herself, to find the safe place teachers are supposed to go for those “numbing” moments. But it was impossible. Mr. Bill overwhelmed her, body and mind, with the sheer audacity of his size and the crude confidence he wielded it with. There was humiliation, yes—but also a delirious sense of raw accomplishment every time her pussy took him deeper, every time he grunted and praised her for handling it like a pro.

"Fuck you take it good gurl," he huffed as he thrust again and again, "yo body was built fo' fukin'.”

Leah felt the telltale pressure of an orgasm building, shocking her. No fucking way, she told herself, not from this. But her body betrayed her, clamping down on his slab of cock like a greedy fist while her clit throbbed painfully. She stifled a sob of relief and humiliation as her pussy flexed and rippled, the slow-motion climax dragging through her like a fever. Mr. Bill must have felt it too: he doubled down, fucking her faster with savage glee until, with a grunt, he slammed all the way inside, and his cock jerked inside the of her with a jolt with a shudder.

Leah's orgasm was like an explosion that detonated in her belly and radiated outward until her whole body convulsed like she’d been hit with a live wire. She threw her head back and gasped, her pussy clamping down on Mr. Bill’s massive shaft in frantic, stuttering spasms. It felt like she was being turned inside out, every nerve stripped bare and shocked into raw, unfiltered sensation. That had only seemed to egg Mr. Bill on: he cupped her hips and lifted her bodily up, impaling her at a new, impossible angle, sweat rolling down the creases of his neck as he mounted her like a trophy.

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