Sandy felt that the end was near. Her most frantic efforts seemed
futile, her most vehement objections, in vain. She fought the
idea to relax and enjoy the fucking. But struggling was useless.
With her strength ebbing, she hesitated.
The turgid and unyielding shaft, mistakenly interpreting the
pause as submission, elatedly with his conquest, stopped his
stubborn laboring. For a brief second he retraced his path
toward the outside world again, but before completely removing
himself, once again began his relentless fight for home.