Indeed she would. He was certainly breathing like the size of the orgasm was something really took it out of him, and the Sacred Prostitute that was the Priestess would know from experience that the amount of semen covering her chest and face is that kind of volume you see from three or four guys instead of one, but he was still hard as a rock. Not even a little softer.<br/><br/>And if there was any doubt that he had more in mind his next words would make it go away.<br/><br/>"<strong>Don't even wash off yet. Jack me off with those tits of yours.</strong>"