the unwilling subjects

Jonah lumbered out of his chair, his erect penis bouncing and pointing with his motions. It was still reddish. The urge to ejaculate must be intense. Yet despite his quiveringly unsatisfied state he calmly and chivalrously helped up the exhausted Pirella. Her muscles were stiff, after four orgasms in more or less one position, and she bent over and touched her toes. Her damp hair hung crazily down past her knees. She gulped and breathed, then listlessly stood up, bags under her eyes, wrung out. Remembering her shame, she covered her breasts with one arm, her pubic hair with the other. Jonah edged closer to her and put a tender hand on her shoulder, turning toward her. The tip of his erect penis grazed her hip.