Yes but reluctantly.

"Jen..." Jonathan heaved as the young bartender bobbed her head up and down his cock. "Please... stop..."

The redhead paused long enough to give him a smirk and shake her head before resuming sucking him off.

Her blowjob was testing Jonathan's endurance — he felt that his eight weeks of Naval Special Warfare Preparatory School less gruelling than trying not to cum. Instinctively he wanted to fuck her beautiful face and empty his balls down her throat but he wanted — no, needed — to fuck her pussy to release the pent up sexual frustration built up the entire day.

Jonathan cupped the redhead's chin and concentrated on not blowing his wad. "Jen, I... God, that feels good... I need... to fuck you..."

That was all it took to stop her. She slowly pulled his cock from her mouth like a sword swallower at a carnival, giving its sensitive tip a final twirl with her tongue. He offered his hand to help her stand up and she then lead him around to the other side of the bed. With his help, the redhead quickly stripped off her uniform blouse, skirt, bra, and panties at a speed that would that would impress a racing pit crew.

Jonathan's stared at the gorgeous curvaceous body of the young bartender — his eyes lingered on her large breasts before moving down to her wide hips then to the thin red landing strip of pubic hair (she was a real redhead!).

"I see that you like what you see," Jen giggled at the sight of his saliva-coated erection twitching in anticipation. "How do you want to fuck me?"