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Chapter 4 by sexybjgal69 sexybjgal69

How Does Leah Suck Principal Howard's Cock?

Leah Sucks his cock with Gusto (Tenure: +5)

I can't believe this asshole. Leah thought as she began mechanically undoing Mr. Howard's belt, button then zipper. He wants a fucking blowjob--he'll get a fucking blowjob.

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 Jonathans in years.

Even though Leah took Mr. Howard's cock in her hand and pumped reluctantly at first bringing him fully to life he was going to remind her of why exactly she was there. Such a reminder wasn't needed. Before he could say anything his eyes went wide when he felt Leah's mouth dive onto his cock.

"Uhhhhhhgh" he let out a loud groan as Leah began to suck quickly. She was working his shaft expertly, maybe she thought back to the video he had shown her.

He groaned as her lips wrapped around his shaft and moved up and down it. Her mouth moved better than his wife's ever had. And who probably stopped giving him head 20 years ago. He closed his eyes as he felt her mouth on him and squawked silently with pleasure.

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Leah used her hand to jerk him off. Whatever it takes to get this over with. She just wanted this to be finished. She was giving him a pretty damn good blowjob. I don't even know if I blow Jonathan this good anymore. Maybe she wasn't at the level of zeal she did when she was slutting it up in college or on that regrettable film--but she was close.

As she sped up she could feel him straighten his legs, then wiggle trying to resist her soft mouth. Leah looked up at him. She saw him looking down and his eyes were half way closed with pleasure. She focused on the job at hand--or well, mouth. As he looked into her eyes, even muddled with pleasure he shuttered.

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.

What's next?

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