XXXmas Party: Leah Swallows Coach Reed's Cum (Luck:-25)

Leah was sucking swiftly. Each movement of her mouth on his cock moved him closer to climax. His moaning was louder now, even over the sound of the tacky Christmas party that was raging just beyond the bathroom door.

“Shit…I am gonna cum.” he groaned out as Leah’s mouth sped up.

Leah was determined to swallow his load.

She bobbed her head faster, her eyes locked on his face. His pupils were dilated, and he looked like he was in almost in pain from the longing of release. Leah knew she was pushing him to the edge.

She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the musky taste. Her free hand reached down to stroke his balls, gently cupping them. He groaned again, his hips bucking up, wanting more.

"Oh fuck, Leah!" he shouted, clearly nearing his climax.

She swallowed hard, knowing she didn’t want him to make a mess. Jonathan was at the Christmas party afterall and she didn’t want to rouse his suspicion. She took him deeper into her mouth, sucking harder and faster, until she could feel his cock throbbing against the back of her throat. He grunted and pulled her head closer, his hands tangling in her hair, his hips jerking wildly. He guided her roughly with his hands.

Right as his cock twitched and pulsed, she swallowed hungrily, feeling the warm jet of cum hit the back of her throat. She gulped it down, savoring the bitter-sweet taste of his Christmas climax.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiit." Coach Reed let out a long sigh of relief. "That felt fucking good..." he panted with contentment.

Leah straightened her clothes and stood up and checked herself in the bathroom mirror, making sure her lipstick was intact and her hair was in place. She knew she couldn't look too out of place if she wanted to not draw suspicion.

"We better get back to the party." she said, making sure she had swallowed every drop.

"Mhmmm My date will be looking for me." he said as he buckled his belt. He didn't see Leah roll her eyes before heading to the door.

She opened the door quietly, half expecting to see Jonathan standing outside, a look of concern or suspicion on his face. But the bustle of the crowded Christmas party drowned out any noise from the bathroom.

Leah made her way back into the party, weaving through the crowd who were enjoying the catered food and drinks. She spotted Jonathan, standing by the punch bowl, chatting with some of his colleagues. There was no sign of any suspicion or discomfort, and Leah breathed a sigh of relief.