Jan. Week 4: Tuesday afternoon: Leah Gives Nathan a Blowjob without Guesto...

Leah exhaled, her breath steady despite the weight of what she was about to do. The door to the classroom was locked, but the risk still hung in the air like a dull ache. Nate stood in front of her, his posture rigid, his hands clenched at his sides. His face was flushed, but not with excitement—more like the strain of holding back something he couldn’t control. She didn’t care if he was nervous or on the verge of something messy. She had a task, and she intended to finish it.

His cock sprang free from his pants, and she barely registered the sight before reaching for it. No preamble, no teasing. She wrapped her fingers around him, giving a few mechanical strokes—just enough to get him where he needed to be. His breath hitched, but she didn’t look up. She didn’t need to.

She leaned in, her tongue making a single, perfunctory swipe along the underside before taking him into her mouth. No flourish, no artistry. Just the wet heat of her lips and the slow, deliberate motion of her head. She kept her eyes down, not bothering to meet his gaze. This wasn’t about connection. It was about efficiency.

Nate let out a shaky breath, his fingers twitching at his sides before finally settling on her shoulder. His grip was loose, uncertain.

“Miss Williams,” he murmured, voice tight. “That—uh—that feels…”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. The sound of her mouth working was enough. His hips jerked slightly, his body betraying him even as he tried to hold back. She could feel the tension coiling in him, the way his muscles tightened under her hands. He was close. She pulled back just long enough to spit onto his cock, then took him again, her movements measured, unhurried.