yes

“MJ getting mad at you could be the least of your worries” she said after a moment.

You looked a bit more worried just from her statement alone. Although you knew what you were doing, the gravity of your actions didn’t really way in until just now. Her husband was rich, he could have you killed.

Brooklyn seemed to sense your uneasiness and shook her head, “No, no. Don’t worry about Andy. He won’t find out about this” she paused, biting her lip nervously.

Now that her husband finding out wasn’t a worry you knew there was only one other thing on her mind. Suddenly you became a bit more attentive and felt your own heart beating unusually fast. “John” she started, meeting your gaze, “this is a really…bad time of the month for me. Well, it’s a really good time because I’m trying to conceive but…”

“Brooklyn, I get what you mean” you interrupt her rambling, seriously thinking about it for a minute. The idea of getting her pregnant with your seed was exciting and thrilling but what if she really WAS pregnant after this? “What do you think the chances are?”

The supermodel remained quiet for a moment, which only seemed to mean the chances were pretty high. “I don’t know…” she answered honestly. You couldn’t help but feel while she didn’t know, she was leaning towards high chances.

“I should have pulled out when you said” you comment, doing your best to play remorseful, which you are a bit.

“It’s not your fault, that sex was…well it was fucking amazing” she says bluntly causing you to chuckle.

“I’ll second that” you say. For the first time since finishing you become aware that her naked body is pressed against yours and that your dick is still buried inside her. This realization in itself causes your dick to twitch inside her.

“Oohhh” she coos, closing her eyes for a moment. “But both of us have to get back to work.” using enough willpower for both of you, Brooklyn lifted herself off of you. Fortunately for you this gave you ample time to admire her large rack.

She turned around and began looking for her bikini top and bottom, while you pulled up your pants. A satisfied grin crossed your face as you say the slight red marks on her back. Briefly you wondered if that’s what your back looked like as well. Considering the length of her nails it might be worse. After helping Brooklyn tie her strings she put her room number into your phone.

“That was too much fun to pass up again” she said, biting her lip before adding “just bring some condoms this time.”

You smiled like a kid on Christmas as she made her way back through the jungle, dirty bikini in hand. Waiting a few minutes you headed on your way, making sure to take a different route as to avoid any suspicion. This afternoon had certainly turned around!