Jan. Week 4: Tuesday planning period- Leah gives him a relaxed blowjob...

{if janweek5_bbc_status <= 100} He wanted to enjoy this. She could tell. And she knew that if he enjoyed this, he would hate to ruin it by telling anyone about their little arrangement. So she would make sure he enjoyed it.

She pulled of his cock and then with the laziest, most casual flick of her tongue, dragging it up the length of his cock like she was taste-testing a popsicle she had no intention of finishing.

The texture—veins, salt, the lingering funk of sweat and cheap Irish Spring—hit her tongue in waves. She flattened her tongue at the base, lapping at him with deliberate slowness, locking her eyes on Bill’s as if daring him to enjoy it. His mouth curled up in a nasty, delighted smile.

“Aw, thats it…savor it Miss Leah. Mhmmmm Like a fine wine?” he chuckled.

She sucked the head, lips pursed tight, and swirled her tongue around the crown, gathering a mouthful of spittle and letting it drool over the shaft. Her hands, steady and precise, gripped the base and stroked him with a slow, measured rhythm. Every time she bobbed her head, she let him slip a little deeper, feeling the stretch at the corner of her jaw and the heat scorch the back of her tongue. She wasn’t sure if the noises he made were for her benefit or just the side effect of his perverse joy, but she let them fill her ears and drown out the voice in her head that wanted to scream.

“Bet yo daddy would shit a brick if he saw this. Yo mouth on my big black cock.”—he said mockingly as her head just nodded along—on his dick. {endif}

{if janweek5_bbc_status >= 100} Mr. Bill was lost in pleasure as he looked down at Leah's mouth as she worked his cock....{endif}