"Oh, let me just get forty winks, and I'll be up and at 'em in no time," said Eleanor, rolling her eyes. "Would you look at this!" she gestured to her swollen, and still cum-leaking, womanhood. The normally light green mons was a bright pink, and so puffy that if Eleanor had been wearing pants, would have looked like a full package, more than a cameltoe. Her limp dick, perched atop the sore mass of flesh, was equally rosy, and flopped to the side as a thin string of pre steadily dribbled out of the tip. Despite being flaccid, Eleanor's dick was actually bigger than it usually was when hard. "For God's sake, my cunt hasn't been this sore since I first learned how to masturbate," she griped. "I don't think I can stand, much less walk."
Elizabeth sat in the opposite corner of the room from Lazarus, slowly groaning to herself; her pussy in an equally abused state. "Ugh, no more fucking," she moaned.