Warn her.

You lean back and grit your teeth. "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

Melissa's mouth lets go of your cock. Her hand bends it to an awkward angle and starts jerking you off furiously. It's very uncomfortable but you still manage to cum. You pant loudly as she milks out the last drops of cum out of you and cleans you up with her mouth.

When Melissa finally comes out from under the table, you see that she's carrying a plate of cum-covered pancakes in her hands. Her face is a mess of spit, tears and sweat. She sets her plate down, takes her seat and starts eating. You watch as she spreads your cum all over her pancakes and takes her time chewing each morsel, savoring your taste. "Mmm...delicious." She purrs.

You wrench your eyes away from her and stiffly drink from your empty coffee mug. Zipping yourself up, you collect your dirty dishes and put them in her sink. "I'm going to go now, Melissa." You say, walking backwards to the front door. "Thank you again, for dinner, breakfast, and your um...hospitality."

Melissa scoops up a large glob of cum with her finger. She sticks it into her mouth and sucks it clean. Licking her lips, she eyes you up and down again as you retreat. "No. Thank you." She says, pinching her apron together, showing off her breasts to you. "You're always welcome here. Especially if you need to...relieve some tension."

Closing the door behind you, you start walking, very quickly, in a random direction. The minute you round the corner however, you break into a full blown sprint, getting as much distance between you and her as possible. You maintain this pace for an impossibly long time before you finally need to stop and take a breather.