No, he fucks her

Isaac continued rubbing her opening, his fingers moving in small circles. Mackenzie craned her neck, looking up at him, and saw a look of intense concentration on his face. Instead of putting any fingers in, he brought his hand up to look at it. His hand was slick with her wetness. "That's what I thought," he mumbled.

Then, he seemed to make a decision. Mackenzie was still pulsating on the table, at his mercy, as he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He gave it a few quick strokes, then plunged inside her.

Mackenzie moaned against the tape as he pressed into her, all the way to the base, filling her up. She bucked her hips, squirming against his dick, unable to control herself. He thrust into her again and again, starting slowly, but began to pick up speed.

She looked up at him again, and he looked back, drinking in the unobstructed sight of her body. His hands grabbed her hips, giving him more leverage to thrust even deeper. Then, he released a hand and grabbed one of her tits, kneading it roughly.

Mackenzie was practically convulsing, completely lost in physical sensation. Little moans were ripping from her throat, unconsciously, as Isaac continued to take liberties with her **** body. Her hands flexed behind her back, unable to move much. She couldn't really blame him, all things considered. Her pussy had been so wet, so readily available, so easy to slip inside. He was doing what came naturally.

She felt her climax approaching. Isaac changed pace, thrusting into her deeply, slowly, and deliberately. It drove her absolutely insane. She tilted her hips, fucking his cock with her pussy, and accepted the feelings that washed over her.