Jan. Week 3: Friday(Raw)-Leah Rides Mr. Bill...to get it over with...

Leah hesitantly lowered herself onto Mr. Bill, her knees sinking into the flat vinyl cushions of the old brown couch that sagged beneath his weight. She could feel the cold, rubbery latex against her entrance as she cautiously aligned herself, trying to angle her hips to accommodate him. She let out a small gasp as she began to descend, feeling a sense of discomfort and stretch. Her body resisted, and she had to take a moment to steady herself, gritting her teeth before continuing.

Mr. Bill's hands rested on her waist, his grip steady but not bruising. He held her lightly, not forcing her down, allowing her to set the pace. She took her time, slowly inching downward until she finally sheathed him completely. He relaxed then, his thumb gently tracing her hipbone.

"Goddamn," he whispered, his voice almost soft. "You're tight, girl."

Leah didn't respond. She placed her palms on his shoulders and began to move, but her heart wasn't in it. She lifted herself up slightly before sinking back down, doing just enough to satisfy the requirement. Each time she bottomed out, she felt a dull pressure, but she tried to disconnect from it, her mind elsewhere. The sounds of her movements were quiet, subdued, as she mechanically went through the motions.

Mr. Bill would occasionally flex, but Leah didn't bounce higher; she kept her movements minimal, her breasts barely moving under her sweater. He offered quiet encouragements, but they felt distant, like background noise. "That’s it, keep going," he'd say, but the words barely registered.

Leah felt a distant, almost clinical awareness of the sensations, but she refused to engage with them. She didn't want to feel anything, good or bad. She just wanted to get this over with. Her hips moved slowly, almost reluctantly, and her hands rested lightly on his shoulders, no nails digging deep.

Mr. Bill looked up at her, his expression neutral. "You alright, Miss Leah?" he asked, his voice lacking the usual glee.

Leah barely nodded, her eyes focused on the wall behind him. She wasn't chasing any sensation, wasn't seeking any release. She was just doing what she had to do, nothing more, nothing less. Her legs moved methodically, her body present but her mind far away. She didn't care about proving anything, didn't care about matching any ideals. She just wanted this to be over.