Jan. Week 4: Tuesday planning period- Leah sucks his balls...

Leah leaned in to suck Mr. Bill’s balls.

She felt them heavy—like a pair of overripe plums swinging in the balmy Alabama heat through his black underwear's slit. Leah buried her nose in his wiry pubes. The stench was both repellent and compelling, a heady cocktail of sweat, cleaning chemicals, and something tangy she couldn’t name. But Leah knew he would enjoy this, lapping at the taut skin with slow, deliberate contempt, making sure to coat every inch in wet traces from her tongue. She felt him twitch with pleasure at the unexpected approach.

“Lawd have mercy, Miss Leah. Didn’t think you'd lick them balls like that. Ahhhh yes thats it. Suck em....ah so nasty,” he groaned, his voice low and husky, as if he were afraid someone might actually walk in and catch them. “That’s right. Don’t be shy. Get all up in there.”

Leah focused on the act, trying to ignore the words. She alternated between sucking one orb and then the other, making obscene noises that seemed to echo in the tiled room.

"Ah yeahhhhh this is what I talk about havin' a dream..." he moaned with pleasure.