No

Jessica pushed back against the thing, trying to keep it from pushing her head down it pole. The thing stopped it pressure and let out a small noise before retreating. Next thing Jessica knew, she was being lifted to her feet, and now having her pressure on her back pushing her into a bent position against the bridge siding. A small surge of panic went through Jessica, she didn't think she could survive another fall like she had earlier, so she spread her legs, opening her up to thing's intentions, and held on for dear life to the siding.
Sure enough, Jessica felt its textured cock brush against her thigh. Dimly Jessica wondered what its strange cock would feel like inside her. Already damped with her own spit, the warm rod prodded her folds. The beast was gentle and slowly pushed it in, stopping occasionally to let her adjust to his girth. And Jessica's mind boggled. The texture of the cock stimulated her quim in a wholly un-experienced way. Each of the bumps that ran down it forced sensation upon her, almost tickling her folds, and soon Jessica's own fluids also joined the endevour. Jessica felt the cock nestle deep in her core, kissing her womb inside her, and her legs were already shaking.

Her beastly paramore soon began to move. The bumps increasing all sensation two-fold. And again, the second thrust. A gentle clap of skin contact, but Jessica felt more fur than skin on the thing, and its body was feverously warm. Clap. Clap, Clap, Clap. The beast began to thrust faster, as Jessica began to rock with the thrusts, sending tendrils of sensation into her breasts as they dragged slightly against the coarse stonework her life depended on. Jessica's breath had become hitched as her own sensation became harder to ignore, as she built up to something herself. Jessica felt something metal slip, and hit her leg, realizing the saw was right next to her. A spark of rebellious hope raged against the growing weariness and desire for her own release.