No, but tell her you are

You gaslight Tiffany by reassuring her you'll use protection, although you have zero intention from shielding your dick from the inside of this lithe, blonde cheerleader's twat.

"Sure thing, baby, I’ve got one over here." You stroke Tiffany's cheeks tenderly while you put her on.

This little thing is about to get fucked out of her mind, and she isn’t even halfway to the newest round of ecstasy kicking in. That last surge of brainmelting narcotics will probably goop her brain and make it impossible for her to remember even the ghost of a full minute from tonight.

You reach around under the dresser table like you’re grabbing something, but you’re actually repositioning the phone so that Tiffany is in full view of the recording camera. She's got her limber legs spread wide, her hairless slit offered up while her eyes roll and close blankly.

You feign strapping on a condom and quickly get back down over Tiffany. Her smooth white legs are spread out on the hardwood floor like a sacrifice, and her perky natural tits are heaving as she struggles to get enough breath with the constant stimulation of her clit. Tiffany looks down at your groin to see if you’re wearing a condom, but she can’t focus her vision enough with all the narcotics thrumming through her mind.

The slut can’t see a goddamn thing. "You got... do you have one on?" She asks with a shaky voice.

You respond by ripping the vibrator off of Tiffany’s sex and sending her howling for a minute while you grab hold of her wet, salivating insides. Aiming her tight cunt down so that the tip of your unprotected cock kisses the drooling and twitching pussy lips.

"I got you, baby. I got what you need right here."

You start pushing your dick into Tiffany’s tender little pussy. She gnashes her teeth together and throws her head back at the sudden penetration, while you're sinking to heaven in a potentially fertile, unwilling teenage blonde **** dream pussy.