Yes

She wiggles herself in his lap so that she can wrap her arms around his neck, holding to him as he uses just a single finger to fuck her. But even just that one finger is enough, her body now so sensitive to him that it feels like he is using his whole hand.

“Can I cum Sir?” her voice faltering as she asks, her body in such need of her second release of the day already. She looks at him, seeing his smile as she asks, waiting on his response.

“Such a good girl, asking for permission, your parents must be so proud of how well you’ve grown up.” His voice almost teasing as he mentions her parents, sending a fleeting thought into her mind, realising that she has no idea how long they will be out, that they could return home any moment. But that thought fades quickly, replaced by the need for him to answer, to confirm if she can cum or not, wondering what would happen if he said no, yet somehow knowing she would make herself wait somehow if that was the answer.

“How much do you need to cum then Flis?” he asks, causing her to groan with frustration at not yet being given an actual answer.

“So much Sir, I need to cum so badly for you, please Sir, please, let me cum.” She realises she is begging for permission, shocked at how easily he has made her do so. She know she is usually so strong, not letting her past boyfriends control her in any way, but that this is so different, that this is what she needs from this older man whose name she still doesn’t even know.

“Well, as you’ve been such a good girl so far, I think that I will allow it. You may cum Flis.” The words hit her in a wave as he grants her what she so desperately needs, and as his finger once more drives deep inside her she can’t stop herself from burying her head against his shoulder, the scream of pure ecstasy muffled against his neck as her body shakes on his lap, her pussy spasms around just that one finger in her, her wetness flowing from her, over his hand, onto his jeans.

“Fucccckkkkkkkkk” she cries as her hands clench tightly around his neck, clinging to him as her orgasm washes over her whole body, the ease with which she is cumming shocking her almost as much as the strength of this orgasm, more intense than any she can ever remember.

“Young girls shouldn’t swear” he chides her with a soft laugh in his voice even as her orgasm continues to ripple through her. Even as she collapses against his chest, breathing hard, the after shocks continue to make her shake on his lap, again and again. She hardly registers that he has withdrawn his finger from inside her until her thighs close together with his hand no longer there, squeezing together, even that movement causing another small ripple of pleasure to shoot through her.