Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies--Mr. Howard cums...Inside Leah (Suspicion: +10)

Leah was barely able to enjoy the pleasure from her own orgasm before she felt him begin to spill his warm seed inside of her. He convulsed with pleasure as he came deep inside her, his grip on her hips tightening almost to the point of pain.

She tensed, walls fluttering around his cock, and felt the heat of his cum as it flooded her, messy, excessive, dripping out around his shaft and pooling against her inner thighs. He rode the aftershocks with a series of ragged thrusts, low and guttural noises escaping his lips, before finally collapsing forward.

For a moment, all Leah could hear was their combined breathing, ragged and harsh, the sound amplified by the hard tile and the echo chamber of the restroom. Her heart felt like it was trying to batter its way through her ribcage. She was sweating, hair sticking to her forehead, her clothes a jumble. She couldn’t look at him—not yet. Not until she’d rebuilt some kind of facade.

“Shit…you may uh…want to clean yourself up,” Mr. Howard said, voice trying to get back to its usual cold, businesslike clarity. He gave her ass an unnecessary slap as he withdrew, his cock already softening, the last pearly drop of cum dangling from the tip before he zipped up and buckled his belt. “Wouldn’t want your fiancé getting too suspicious.”