Of course!

Grabbing her, I held Mandy close. "I think I can do that," I mused, kissing her gently. I knew she wanted a rougher kiss. More intense. But I still wanted Mandy to NEED more. It was so much fun.

Groaning, Mandy tried to get me to be more passionate, biting my lower lip gently and giving it little tugs. Grabbing the lower section of her...well, actually my...t-shirt, I lifted it over her head. "John...I can't take much more...p...p...p..." Mandy whimpered. To be honest, hearing her try to say "please" was a little annoying. She sputtered a bit when she did that. I didn't need spit in my face like that.

Lowering her down onto my renewed erection, I gripped Mandy's waist and began to bounce her on my cock. Instantly, her back was arching, her hands running through her blonde hair, pulling the band off. She made no effort to pick it back up as she gasped, digging her nails into the armrests of the couch.

"Oh GOD! John! Fuck me! I can feel you in me! So fucking deep!" she groaned, eyes rolling back. She leaned in to try and kiss me again, but with her bouncing that way, she wound up getting my nose and a bit of my cheek. Not that it discouraged her any.

I grunted, trying to hold back. Her pussy was rippling around my cock...she was going to cum. The sensations of her muscles were intense, as expected of a robot built for sex. "Oh my god...oh my god...oh my GOD!" Mandy squealed as she climaxed, almost falling off my lap as her back arched. Her grip on the armrests tightened, **** to remain on. It probably was too humiliating a thought for her to fall off me now.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned her through clenched teeth. "Do it! Fill me!" I was tempted to do so...but she was giving ME an order...and that wouldn't do. Should I **** her off and give her a facial or just let'er rip, so to speak.