Of course not

Phil knew it was a bad idea to knock Gloria up, but he also knew her pussy was too good to give up. He kept thrusting, even though he could hear (barely) Gloria beg him to pull out, beg him not to cum inside her, but her words were powerless to stop him. He thrust even harder, bouncing her thighs against the side of the bed, groaning his pleasure, and then his orgasm hit. With a roar, he thrust as deep as he could as his cock began to twitch, spurting rope after rope of sperm laden semen against Gloria's cervix.

"Noooo!" she cried, her fingers twisting in the sheets as she felt him cumming. She tried to struggle again, but his hands were tight on her hips, and she had no chance. All she could do was lay there and feel her husband's son-in-law do his best to impregnate her.

His cock was still twitching inside her pussy as he collapsed forward, his hands sliding up her sides. "You have a wonderful pussy," Phil breathed. "I can't wait to fuck you again."

"What do you mean again, Pheel Dunfee?" Gloria hissed, "Chay will keel you before you can ever touch me again!"

"Oh, he won't dare touch me," Phil retorted. "I didn't tell you, but I know things that will land him in the poorhouse if not in jail."

"You... he... what... what do you mean?" she asked, bewildered.

"I mean, if he even thinks about touching me, or if you even think about telling anyone what happened, your husband will be thrown in jail, and you and both your sons will be on the street!"

"I won't tell, I promise!"

"Good - I can't wait to fuck you again. Ass, pussy, even mouth - whatever I want, whenever I want. Feel free to tell me no - but don't expect that to stop me!"