Of course!

He probably just needs a little time, or better yet, a little encouragement. You quickly unfasten your jacket, blouse and bra, letting your massive round breasts hang freely. You ask Daryll to stand up. As soon as his head pops out he is transfixed on your chest. You take off your skirt and sit back on the desk, now fully naked. You ask if he'd like to try again and he nods slowly.

His face is back in your pussy, but his eyes are on your chest. You swing your tits back and forth to tantalize him. You moan and hum while you bounce your supple breasts in your hands. His hands reach up to replace yours and soon he's groping you enthusiastically. You let out a long groan; you love the feeling of your breast meat being mashed and torqued, and it isn't long until the sight of their distortion has got his mouth working as feverishly as his hands.

A look over the desk confirms that his spirit has returned to him, but you're loath to interrupt him. His technique is abysmal but his intensity is inspiring. He's all over the place, biting and licking every possible surface, driving his tongue into your pussy until your clit goes up his nose. He's too unfocused to be efficient, but just the buzz of activity from your groin is enough to whet your lust. You knot your supple golden thighs around his neck and draw him tighter.