A break

She pulls back, her chest rising and falling as she catches her breath, her hand still wrapped around him, maintaining the connection. Her lips are slick, her cheeks flushed, her eyes dark as she looks up at him from her knees.

She wipes her mouth with the back of her free hand, a small, breathless laugh escaping her.

“Fuck… you alright…” Chad asks, half concerned, half eager to resume.

"Yeah. Give me a second. I'm not used to—" she gestures vaguely with her chin toward his cock, "—that. You're a lot to handle."

She says it with a hint of genuine admiration, her thumb tracing a slow circle on the head of his cock as she catches her breath. Her tube top has slipped further, exposing the curve of her breast, but she doesn't bother fixing it.

"Don't go anywhere. I'm not done."

She takes another breath, then leans back in, her tongue tracing a slow, deliberate line from base to tip before she takes him in her mouth again, finding her rhythm once more.