Yes

Faith seems pleased by your change of mind. "Mmmmm, I like long," she says, her hand drifting to your cock. "Standing up, long and naked, sounds like the perfect break. And it can last for as long as we can stretch it out for."

Her hand works your hard cock, as she presses her breasts to your chest, and her lips move closer to yours. "You know why I said you needed a break?" she asks.

"So we could do this?" you reply, venturing a guess, as she turns you around by your phallic handle, pushing you back against the cold bathroom tiles.

"No, so I could do this," she says, as she knees you in the balls, still working your cock with her hand. "You need a break and, to be blunt, I'm the one who's going to break you." Her knee makes contact again, and you gasp. You'd double over if not for her breasts acting as sexy airbags, holding you upright. "And thanks to your decision, I can take my time, relish your every gasp and scream and tear." Her knee lands hard again, and her laugh almost covers your cry of pain. Then her lips are pressed hard against yours, her tongue in your mouth, as she one more drives her knee up, making you lurch up, her kiss muffling your scream. All the time, her hand's bringing you nearer and nearer climax, and one final knee to your testicles sends cum flying out, as she finally lets go of your cock, her hands moving to your shoulders to keep you standing up.

"You gave up any chance to lie down, when you followed me in here," she says, the water splashing off her face, running down that perfect lethal naked body. You look down, realizing that this isn't a break but just another blunt **** in disguise, knowing she's only done one set of five, wondering when she'll decide to drive her knee into your groin once more

As you look down, your balls aching, she headbutts you in the face, sending the back of your head smashing into the tiles behind you.

"Did I say you could look at my body?" she says angrily, as you look at her in dazed confusion, your head now hurting like the rest of your body. You're not sure if you've got concussion or your nose is bleeding. "Poor little thing, are you alright?" she says, a hint of concern in her voice. "Have I hurt you too much? Broken you too soon? Want to go back to slaps and punches for a while?"