Yes

"I'll do it," she whispers to him as he undoes the button on her jeans and stuffs his hands into her panties, feeling up her pussy for the second time that night.

"That's a good girl," Bobby tells her, telling her to wait five minutes for him to arrive in the restroom, while the handful of other bar patrons lined up outside the door.

Miranda was still feeling turned on from the **** and from fucking Joe earlier, so in her ****-addled state, she had completely forgotten that she wasn't currently on birth control, thanks to the length of her tour and a recent fight with her husband Blake.

But she also wasn't sure she cared anymore, especially since she'd never see any of these guys again, so she decided as she waited for Bobby that she would do it, and that if they all wanted to shoot their cum in her pussy, she'd let them do that, too.

"Showtime girlie," Joe tells her as he knocks on the door, Bobby coming through it a few seconds later.

"Hello Bobby," she purrs, now wanting to put on the best show possible for these guys, "how can I help you get things started, big boy?"