Someone Please Call AT&T

Paul raised Jenna up off his body and placed her, kneeling, softly down onto the bed beside his still excited body. He groaned and ran a hand up into his sweat-soaked hair. "Fuck this shit, I'm getting off." He snaked a hand down his chest to his erection and grunted. Getting off in your own hand was better than not getting off. Or worse yet, blue balls.

Jenna laughed into the cordless. "Yes, Rose, it was a joke."

"Ha fucking ha," Paul groaned.