Yes

Derek walked toward Andrea, and stood near enough to get a good view.

"Fuck, she's hot." Andrea had her hand deep into her panties now. Her jeans were halfway down her thighs. Her left hand was squeezing her now naked breasts, and she was writhing against her own fingers, fucking herself furiously.

Derek watched for a minute. He looked back at Isabella, who smiled. "I ..."

"It's okay, Derek."

"I can't resist her, Iz." Derek walked around the sofa to get a better view of Andrea. He felt his penis beginning to grow a bit in his gym shorts, and he tugged on it to loosen the pressure inside his underwear.

Isabella smiled, and she also moved toward the couch to get a better look.

Andrea opened her eyes to see Derek staring at her, one hand over his shorts, pulling on his dick.

"Hi, stranger," she said with a smile. She kept kneading her own breasts, and didn't stop finger fucking her cunt while she talked to Derek. "Where did you come from?"

Derek was speechless. But from behind the sofa, Isabella said, "he's a friend of mine."

Andrea turned her head to see Isabella, and smiled again. "Good taste." Derek made slight moaning noise. "Speaking of taste," Andrea turned back to Derek. "Come here."

Derek kneeled down next to Andrea. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, and slid them generously into Derek's mouth. "Like I said, good taste." Derek sucked on her fingers, savoring the glorious taste of her young pussy. Andrea removed her hand from Derek's mouth, and put her fingers back into her cunt, and began fucking herself again. She and Derek kept solid eye contact the whole time. Andrea began to more aggressively squeeze her breasts, and with a deep breath, Derek realized it was his turn for the same.

He reached out his large hand, and placed it on Andrea's left breast. Andrea put her own hand on top of his, guiding his motions, helping him squeeze and fondle her skin.

"Mmmm, this is nice," Andrea said. "Izzy, if I had known you had this here, I wouldn't be bothering with the television."

Isabella laughed, and sat down on the couch behind Andrea's head. She stroked Andrea's hair and face, and leaned in for a kiss.

"Clearly we need a little more space." Andrea didn't want to stop fingering herself, and she didn't want to get away from Derek's massive hands (and what she could only imagine was similarly massive in his shorts), but she knew that the angle was wrong, and everyone was wearing too many clothes.

Andrea sat up a little, leaning forward toward Derek. Isabella reached behind Andrea and unclasped her bra, which fell to the floor. Andrea pulled off her jeans, and then her panties, and in about 20 seconds, was completely naked.

Derek was stunned. "Wow. I ..."

"You ..." said Isabella. "You want a blowjob, you want to fucking eat her pussy, or do you want to just get straight to fucking?"

Andrea just gazed up at Derek eagerly. "And next time, don't make us ask you all the questions. It's more fun if you just jump in."