After a few minutes she took a break the way she always did, sitting back slightly on her heels. Her hand replaced her mouth, fingers wrapping firm and slick around my shaft, continuing the steady rhythm while she caught her breath.
Lila rarely did anything without commentary.
"My week has already been absolute hell and it's only Monday," she said, voice casual, almost conversational, even as her fist twisted gently on the upstroke.
"Boss is still riding me about last week's deliverables like I personally murdered his quarterly targets. The wife situation is getting worse, he actually called her from the office this time, right in the middle of the open floor plan. Mortifying. And that piece I had to rewrite three times? Still not right. I swear the client keeps moving the goalposts just to watch me run."
