Jan Week 3: Spa Day with Samantha...Leah takes her time with him...

She worked him with a methodical, almost scientific precision—first, long shallow bobs, then short, deep plunges, alternating between suction and gentle tongue-flicks at the underside of the shaft. She could hear the way his breathing changed: ragged, then sharp, then, at intervals, hitched and strangled as if he was fighting to keep from shouting her name or calling for help.

He was big, certainly bigger than Jonathan and that turned her on. Every time she took him deeper, she felt a rush of adrenaline—like she was mainlining a forbidden thrill, like she was conquering something sacred and vulgar all at once.

Leah’s hands wandered, unbidden, to his thighs, then his hips, tracing the ridged cut of his muscles, savoring the difference between Ethan’s lean athleticism and the softer warmth of Jonathan’s body at home. She let one hand drift up, fingers skating over his abs, relishing the way they tensed each time she bobbed lower.

Her arousal spiked with every groan she drew from him. She pressed her thighs together, acutely aware of how wet she’d become—and how little it would take to push herself over the edge again. Every so often, she’d pull off with a wet pop, stroking his cock watch his face contort with want.

“God, you’re…” Ethan “…fuck you are so good at that…” He arched his back, shuddered, writhed under her spell. If she’d ever worried about feeling objectified, this was the opposite: she had all the power, and she was drunk on it.

Her mind spun with a carousel of possibilities. Would she go all the way? Would she let him fuck her on the table, finish in her mouth, on her face? She wanted to decide in the moment, to see how far her own depravity would carry her. For now, she was content to tease him, to edge him just to the brink and then back off, reveling in the control.

“Shit…you are going to make me fucking cum…” he breathed out as if in a warning.

“I see you are ready to relieve all that built-up tension!” Leah said as she pulled off cock and gave him a quick wink. “Where would you like to finish this evening?” Leah said in a tone that was a mockery of a spa attendant. It took all her effort not to burst out laughing.