Jan. Week 4: Tuesday planning period- Leah strokes him and sucks him quickly...

He may have wanted to enjoy a more...relaxed experience but--but she wanted it to end. Or maybe she thought she had to pull out a lot of the stops to make sure she could get him off sooner rather than later. In either case, Leah switched it up suddenly, grabbing the base of his cock with a grip that was just shy of painful.

She pumped her fist at a rapid tempo moving her hand along his shaft, leaving a ring of saliva glistening where her hand met the shaft, and lashed the head with her tongue, each pass more exaggerated than the last. Spit pooled at the corners of her lips, stringing down in clear ropes onto his thighs, and she didn’t bother to wipe it away. If he wanted a fucking show, she’d give him one: tongue swirling, lips pursed, cheeks flexing as she sucked the tip with loud, pornographic slurps. He would have started bucking into her if he was standing but as he was in a chair he could only whimper as he braced his feet against the floor.

Mr. Bill let out a low, guttural sound—a cross between a moan and a laugh—and began muttering encouragements under his breath, filthy lines that sounded half-scripted, half-miraculous.

“You got that little teacher mouth trained real good, damn. Go head and drain me, girl.” The more she worked him, the more his bravado crumbled; by the time she tasted a bead of precum from his cock's tip, his toes were curling in his battered work shoes.

She played her part, letting out little moans and making her lips pucker just so, because she knew the better she did it, the faster he’d nut and the sooner she could leave.

"Got....damn...I could swares you are one of them girl's whose eager for the taste of it...gugghgghagh!" he moaned with pleasure as Leah worked him again and again in wet, obscene degeneracy.