Nope.

Her hands nimbly jacked off your slowly hardening cock as you grabbed her heavy tits. You pulled thin wrap down, so you could see her impressive breasts and nipples, already hard, either from the cold, or, you liked to imagine, arousal. You squeezed the soft skin firmly, though you could barely feel them through your gauntlets, you tweaked her already-hard nipples, provoking a loud gasp and quickened hands, the one on your cock, the other lifting her skirt and frigging her cunt mercilessly as she tried to get herself lubed up before you spread her short legs and plugged her cunt.

For the moment, you kept your hands on her tits, until she’d gotten you fully erect with her hand and her pussy was dripping from her skillful manipulations. Then, without warning, you lifted her off the ground and pushed her against the wall. Her hand guided your cock to her warm, inviting cunt, “Go on, stud, fuck me like you mean it,” she whispered, her voice even breathier than usual, as her legs wrapped around you.

You dropped her and gravity **** her to impale herself on your cock. She fell until she reached the base of your cock and her skilled cunt milked every inch of your meat with spasming muscle. Your hands ran over her firm ass and strong thighs as you kissed her firmly on the mouth. Her tongue filled your mouth as she matched your lust with her own (or at least an impressive facsimile thereof) as her hands were around your neck, holding herself up and you close to her. Her mighty legs kicked at your ass, trying to impale you deeper within her as you pulled back and lifted her up, before driving her back down onto your cock again and again. “You got a tight pussy for a hooker,” you said, pulling away.

She laughed, but her skin flushed even darker and her cunt squeezed down even harder on your cock. “Oh, you don’t like it when I call you a hooker? You prefer prostitute?” she jerked as if you’d slapped her. “Whore?” she moaned loudly as you could feel her actually dripping her juices onto your armor. “Concubine? No, that’s too high class for a streetwalker like your tight self.” She was moaning loudly now, as lust-filled as you were. She was humping back harder than you were thrusting up. You let yourself fall back in a controlled fashion. She was astride you, riding your cock as you kept going.

“Call girl?” you pinched her nipples roughly as she rode your cock, bouncing on you were the captain on the last ship out of a plagued port. “Courtesan? No, far too good for you,” you slapped her ass again and again as she fucked you desperately.

“Hussy? Strumpet? Floozy? Tramp? Doxy?” you asked, punctuating each question with pinched nipples and hard spanks as she contributed a series of loud moans, grunts and the sound of flesh hitting armor as she buried your cock deep within her tight pussy again and again.

“No,” you rolled her over and began to pillage her gripping, grasping, dripping cunt mercilessly. “you aren’t any of those, you’d fuck for free. Wouldn’t you?”

“YES!” she admitted loudly.

“Say it,” you commanded as you started to feel the heat rise in your balls.

“I’m a slut, a skank, a nymph-bimbo easy-fuck, just fill me up and watch me scream and cream!” she said as she rode the wave of degradation over the crest of her orgasm, as did you, shooting rope after rope of white, sticky seed up into the prostitutes tight, wet fuck-hole. You lay atop her for a moment, before rising slowly and looking down at the mess you’d made. Her skin was flushed and sweaty, as she lay in the dirty alley, her top was down around her middle and her skirt was hiked up to her waist, exposing her powerful legs and dripping pussy. Now though, it wasn’t just dripping with her juices, but yours as well. Her eyes had rolled up into her head as if you’d fucked her brains out, literally.