Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Monday...Lunch with Jonathan: Leah keeps sucking Mr. Howard's balls with gusto...(Tenure:+5)

She held his shaft up in one hand and put her mouth to his balls, the musky smell didn't distrub her, its how she seemingly enjoyed seeing Mr. Howard's face as she buried her mouth on his balls.

She sucked one into her mouth like a cherry tomato, her tongue swirling around it in lascivious circles, then nipped it gently, coaxing a soft groan from him. She tasted his salty sweat and let it mingle with her saliva, swirling it around before swallowing in a slow, decadent gulp. A dark little chuckle bubbled up from her chest as she let a thick strand of drool snake down his sack.

“Oh, hell yes,” he rasped, voice dropping into that gutteral register reserved for the most obscene delight. “Jesus, Miss Williams—that’s five-star service right there. Aren’t you glad you got your degree? All that time in college really paid off. You could teach a masterclass in this. Ever thought about a second job at a chef’s table? Maybe a pop-up?”

Leah hummed in reply, each vibration sending ripples through his balls. She slurped one up, then the other, lavishing attention on every twitchy nerve ending. Her tongue skated over the smooth skin, then darted underneath, pulling slick strings of moisture free. She switched sides, grinding her jaw against him, the wet smack of flesh against flesh so deliberate it sounded like applause in the cramped room.

He laughed—a wet, ragged puff. “You like that? Good, don’t rush. Appreciate the local flavor.” He paused, catching his breath. “I bet you could do this all day if I let you. Ever tried ’em with a side of marinara?”

She struggled to put both of his balls in but she did. She stroked his cock and even seemed to laugh slightly at his joke. This just sent vibrations through is sack that made him want to explode.

"Going to make me cum already...fuck!" He groaned out, his voice's excited tone adding to the degenerate sounds which swirled around the bathroom.