Interrupted Blowjob: "God...I loooove that...I mean I'd love Ugh that!"

"God...I loooove that...I mean I'd love Ugh that!" Mr. Howard moaned as Leah sped her movements up on his sensitive head faster and faster driving him crazy. So crazy he hadn't even heard the supe's question.

"Well I am glad." he said taking a seat across from Mr. Howard "The long story is much better. Oh where do I begin?"

Mr. Howard groaned inside from his poor choice of words. He wanted the supe to leave ASAP.

"I met this little gal Ka-tar, back when I was in the Airforce on a pass." he pronounced Qatar thickly as he continued his tale "Was at a fancy five-star hotel. My friend he says 'Lets get a massage.' but I didn't want to. You know when a woman is rubbing on you it can get all awkward even if she ain't that pretty."

*sluck glug ack* Leah's mouth worked Mr. Howard steady and steady climbing him up the mountain toward his sexual peak.

"This gal, she was tiny. But damn fit. Not like those curves your Miss Williams has but damn fine just the same." He continued, explaining in detail the hotel sidetracking about a story of miscommunication at the hotel restaurant, meeting a random family of Russians then back again to his tale. "This woman Keith...she asked if I wanted a happy ending. You Got' damn right I did."

"Oh God...yes...UGH I see Go....On...Please...UGH!" Mr. Howard moaned, unsure if he was talking to Leah or the supe.

"Of course--so this gal asks if I want a hand job or a blowjob?" he continued after a dramatic pause "Well hell-I can touch it my damn self. So of course I go with a blowjob. Damn fine game of head I gotta say....gotta say....That was before Beth of course."

"Oh ughghghgh I see...Well I think you made the RIHG!? Right call there....Mouth...oh god...is much bettER! Did you see her again?" Mr. Howard moaned.

"No...but that reminds me of another time I met a gal in Hueston. Little Latino gal. Fine ass though. Could cook a mean meal too. Damn she rode me like I was the last train to a green card." he shook his head before going into a long sordid tale of his flash-in-the-pan romance but his ultimate rejection of her on account of her being "too brown. The family would have flipped out if I'd have brought hope a little senorita. So I moved on and met Beth."

"Mhgmmmmm So...Interesting...ghghgh." Mr. Howard tried not to look down at Leah as he groaned.