Maybe a little break, but you're far from done.

"I could use a few minutes," you admit, "but I'll be good in a bit."

"Alright," Layla agrees, clearly not bothered. As she makes to sit up, you hand her one of the towels you keep ready in the living room for these sorts of situations—no need to get cumstains all over your couch.

The rest of the evening really feels like something out of your college days. While you recover, Layla casually plays with herself watching the video, rubbing her clit in circles. Before long, the double visual feast has you ready to go again. You spend a good hour in the living room, Layla riding you, then bent over the coffee table; at some point, you both lose your shirts. By the time your roommate gets home from work, the two of you have retired to your room.

As you both fall back from a couple more lazy orgasms in a sideways sixty-nine, Layla glances at the clock on your endtable. "I should probably get going, huh?" she pants.

Taking a look for yourself, you're surprised at how late it's gotten. "Wanna just stay over?" you ask. "It's a weekend."

"True," Layla agrees. "And my parents were planning on watching Marcus 'til tomorrow anyway...alright, you talked me into it."

A few minutes later, you're snuggled up together, spooning her as you both drift off.