Of fucking course!

As you feel the moment draw near, you tighten your grip on the woman's waist and start fucking her with everything you've got. Clap, clap, clap! go your hips on her ass, her cheeks jiggling like Jello. You hear a chorus of impressed murmurs from the audience, and it only drives you on harder. You're close, the peak within your reach...almost....

With a final cry of release, you plunge deep inside her searing passage, the first jet of your load spurting out to paint her walls white. Distantly, you hear her let out a deep groan of pleasure, and you feel her walls contract around you; the realization that she's cumming too amplifies your own orgasm. With each wave, you grind your cock in and out of her, filling her with more of your thick spunk—certainly enough to impregnate her.

It feels like it takes a long time for you to come back down. You're aware of the spectators still hanging around; guessing at what they're waiting for, you catch your breath, regain your footing, and slowly ease yourself free of the woman's sopping cunt. Your cock flops out, half-soft, coated in a sticky mess of your mixed juices. A thick drip of your cum escapes her pussy, falling to the floor with an audible splash, but you quickly reach in and pull her G-string back into place, the fabric managing to mostly stop the flow. You see the gusset immediately darken as it becomes soaked through.

As the cluster of onlookers starts to disperse and you tuck your cock back into your pants, the woman pushes herself back to her feet as well. You're pleased to notice her legs are a little shaky, though she seems to compose herself quickly. Turning around, she favors you with a warm smile. "That was lovely. Thank you."

Your own smile comes easily. "My pleasure. Think you're pregnant?"

"Oh, for sure." She rests a hand on her tummy over her top. "I really appreciate this." She shakes her head slowly, still beaming. "Wow. I'm really gonna have another baby."

Her husband moves to take her side, beaming as he gently wraps his arms around her. "I'm so happy for you, honey." She turns and presses her lips to his in a kiss; they break apart quickly, but you can feel the heat of it in just that moment.

Seeing her so clearly happy warms your heart. "Well, I'm glad to have helped," you say sincerely. "I've gotta get going, though."

"Yeah, of course," the woman says with a nod. "Oh—by the way, I'm Kate."

"Henry," her husband offers.

You smile. "Nice to meet you both." You consider giving them your name, but decide against it; you like the thought of Kate happily raising your child without even knowing your name.

With a nod of farewell to the happy couple, you turn to head back to your own shopping cart. Seems you've done a good deed this morning. Certainly enough to earn one of those sandwiches.