Yes, of course he does.

“Okay,” he whispered and a smile crossed Ebony’s face, before it vanished, sliding down to her knees, carefully dragging her breasts against his chest. His pants hit the floor at the same time as her knees. The feel of those pornstar breasts on him, even through his shirt, almost made him cum right then, but he held it in, unsure if she’d let him cum more than once and he sure as hell wasn’t cumming until he’d been inside at least one of the whore’s holes.

And she was a whore, selling herself for clothes that couldn’t cost more’n a hundred dollars, which thought made Richter more confident (though not confident) and Ebony wetter.

Lips wrapped around his cock and her tongue flicked around his cock. He groaned and his knees collapsed under him and he fell on the changing room booth. Ebony went down with him, her mouth never leaving his cock and her teeth only brushing it a little, in a way that sent a shiver through him. Then she was bobbing up and down, fucking his cock with her mouth. Her fingers caressed his balls and held his thighs apart, so she could kneel between them. Firm breasts pressed against the bottom of his thighs and Richter’s hands descended, coming to rest on her head, forcing her head down onto his cock. Her nose pressed against his stomach and he would have sworn he could feel her tonsils brushing against the tip of his cock.

The heat was rising in his balls and he was moments from cumming straight down her throat…