A smile comes to Leslie's lips, currently wrapped around the professor's cock, and makes a sound of pleasure at the praise. Her eyes are still closed and she can taste the salty wetness of precum as it drips over her tongue.<br/><br/>She wouldn't mind that...this was much more satisfying than she'd dreamed it would be, though the familiarity of it all still haunted her.<br/><br/>Her fingers stroke him, wrapped around his shaft in a wet massage that matches the rhythm of her mouth, faster now.