Jan. Week 3: Mr. Baker--Leah insists on just swallowing in her clothes (Luck: -20)

“Can I keep my clothes on and just swallow?” Leah asked.

“No costume AND no money shot? Come on Leah.” he said turning to face her.

“I told you—I want to get this over. I don’t want Jonathan asking questions.” she said resolutely.

“Okay fine.” he said as he powered up his camera “Then lets go ahead and get started.”

Leah sank to her knees, the floor cold beneath her. Her hands rose to deftly unbuckle Mr. Baker's belt, her fingers moving with practiced precision. Despite the degrading circumstances she found herself in, she resolved to get through it quickly and efficiently. As his pants fell around his ankles, she closed her eyes for a fleeting moment, conjuring thoughts of Jonathan—her sweet Jonathan—and the life they were building together.

Reality crashed back in with the crude scent of Mr. Baker’s excitement as Leah took his cock into her mouth. She worked methodically, her tongue swirling expertly around its shaft, drawing out muffled groans from the man who held this absurd power over her. Her movements became a dance, rhythmic and relentless as she sought to bring this sordid act to its inevitable conclusion.

“Damn, you’re good,” Mr. Baker muttered, a sleazy compliment that only made Leah accelerate her efforts. She had no desire to linger in this grotesque theater any longer than necessary. Each gentle suction was perfectly timed, the obscene slurping sounds and smacks echoing in the empty classroom.

His breath hitched—a telltale sign Leah had come to recognize all too well.

“Leah,” he groaned like a man possessed by lustful madness, “I’m gonna cum!”

A warning mattered little; Leah was ready—ready to swallow his load and end this charade. With one final flourish of her tongue and a determined gulp, she took everything he offered without flinching, swallowing every last drop as if it were a bitter antidote to an encroaching poison.

She pulled away gracefully despite the degrading circumstances, licking any remnants from her lips with composure not befitting such a demeaning act. Standing up swiftly and smoothing down her clothes, she kept Jonathan’s image at the forefront of her mind—their future—strong enough now to carry her through these moments of darkness.

Mr. Baker leaned back with satisfaction plastered across his features; a sense of smugness exuded from him like smoke. Yet Leah remained outwardly unaffected, determined to conceal any semblance of vulnerability beneath her steely resolve.

She didn't offer him a single word more than necessary as she gathered herself up and prepared for departure. But inside her heart beat wildly—a caged bird **** for release from this cycle of manipulation and desire for forgotten freedom.