Breathe, breathe, breathe. That was all she was capable of for several moments, wrapped in him, covered in him, sticky and sweaty and hot. As it always did in these moments, age came crashing back down on her. Muscles quivered from the strain, heartbeat hard and erratic in her chest. Breath came short, far shorter than it should, but everything would right itself in time.
"Mmm," she breathed in agreement to his words. "I'm... gods. My heart's going to give out on me, one day, doing this with you. Would be a good way to go. For me, anyway. Awkward for you." She snorted a weak laugh, shifted a little.
She was still vaguely aware of wearing the cock - the sensation was much duller, now, but still existent. Hadn't gone soft, she could tell that much.