Yes

Mickie's moans couldn't quite cover the sound of the door handle jiggling. Had she locked the door? Hank hadn't noticed. The ebony goddess who's pussy he was nose deep in didn't seem to mind, either way, as she just kept rocking despite the sound of keys turning the lock.

Hank wanted to stop her and sit up, try to salvage their dignity, but her weight landed more solidly on his head and grinded him beneath her clit.

"Hi Professor McGrath," she sighed, looking over her shoulder.

A dull thud hid the ground. Hank, blinded by soft flesh working to suffocate him, could only assume it was the professor dropping a bag or satchel in shock.

"Like what you see?~" Mickie continue, her skirt rolled up to show off her ass. She didnt leave the man with just that, though. She reached back and shoved Hank's pants and boxers just far enough down his thighs for his throbbing, soaked clit to be on full display.

Hank would've been more concerned about it if not for the fact that he could barely breathe, and at that point he'd follow her to the end of the world.