Leah Sucks Principal Howard's Cock a Bit Reluctantly (Luck: +10)

I can't believe this asshole. Leah thought as she began mechanically undoing Mr. Howard's belt, button then zipper. If he thinks he is going to get anything like he saw in that accursed film he is fucking wrong.

Mr. Howard smiled as he looked down and saw the pretty Miss Williams on her knees in front of him.

Bigger than I expected.

Leah was shocked to see the Principal's cock at all. She was more shocked when she found herself touching it. She hadn't touched a man's penis besides Jonathan's in years.

Even though Leah took Mr. Howard's cock in her hand and pumped reluctantly it still made him moan with pleasure. But when Leah was slow to put her mouth near Mr. Howard's member he reminded her of what she was doing.

"You didn't just do that in that video Miss Williams." he said with a grunt even as his cock came to life from her soft touch.

Leah rolled her eyes.

"Fine." she said before moving her mouth unenthusiastically down. She began to taste him, dragging more of his crude manhood inside of her mouth with each movement of her head.

He groaned as her lips wrapped around his shaft and moved up and down it. Even grudgingly her skills were undoubtedly better than his wife's who probably stopped giving him head 20 years ago. He closed his eyes as he felt her mouth on him and squeaked silently with pleasure.

Leah used her hand to jerk him off. Whatever it takes to get this over with. She just wanted this to be finished. She didn't give him the gusto she did when she gave her fiancé head. Certainly not the level of zeal she did when she was slutting it up in college.

Even though her head didn't move on Mr. Howard's cock like she could have if she tried--he was relishing every bit. She could feel him straighten his legs, then wiggle trying to resist her soft mouth. Leah didn't look up. She didn't want to see his ugly face looking down at her. She focused on the job at hand--or well mouth.

She could tell he was going to explode soon. His stifled moans, his trembling in his chair. She could swallow his filthy load or she could spit. Either way she was going to have to taste it--even briefly.