Jan. Week 3: Game of Thrones-Leah swallows Mr. Baker's Load...(Luck:-10)

Leah kept him buried in her mouth, eyes squeezed shut, one hand stroking him while she sucked as he erupted down her throat.

She swallowed every last drop, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a mess to clean up, and then pulled away when she knew he wouldn’t cum anymore.

"Damn. You really are the breaker of chains. That was incredible." Mr. Baker staggered back, beaming.

"Glad you got your content," she muttered, rising to her feet and beginning to take the costume off.

When everything was stowed and the last evidence of their little shoot erased, Leah grabbed her bag and made for the exit. The halls were silent. She glanced at the old analog clock on the wall and cursed—it was later than she’d hoped, and Jonathan would absolutely notice if she rolled in after dark. Leah’s panic simmered as she crossed the parking lot. She imagined Jonathan at home, already suspicious of her unexplained overtime. At least Mr. Baker hadn't made a mess. That was a blessing.

By the time she reached her driveway, Leah was halfway convinced she could bluff her way through anything—so long as she didn’t look Jonathan directly in the eyes. She took a deep breath, braced herself, and went inside.