Of course!

Jane was happy to be used. She knew she was a dirty girl. I knew her head was full of filthy thoughts and desires so her current position - pressed hard against the toilet felt appropriate. As I fucked I began to wonder the depths of her filthiness. Would she lick the toilet if I commanded her or if I grabbed her face and simply made her? Would she get some perverse pleasure from it? And then I pictured myself holding my penis as before peeing. And I wondered if she would like it if my warm pee were splashing onto her tits instead of into the toilet. Would she be willing to lick my cock clean rather than shaking it off? How dirty would she go?

I interrupted my own dirty thoughts by bringing her harshly up onto her feet - never pulling out of her. I continued pounding into her now slightly bent over the bathroom sink as we both watched their aggressive fucking in the bathroom mirror.

I grabbed Jane's face and squeezed it telling her to look at how beautiful she is. I pulled at her mouth praising her lips. I told her again how she was beautiful even as her face turned red from my ****. I choked playfully her as I told her I loved her and she needed me.