Yes.

Cassie moaned louder, her whole body shaking as the mob boss pounded her deeper. She knew, in the darkest recesses of her soul, that the older woman was correct. After all, if she didn't want this, then why wasn't she phasing out of Fonzie's grip? It’s true that colder temperatures interfered with her ability to turn intangible, but the cold chill she felt from the drawer the dildo was in shouldn’t have been enough. It would be so easy to escape her and this fate. But she didn't. She couldn't. She didn't know why, but she couldn't seem to will herself to phase free of this predicament. She could almost feel her sexual identity shatter as she realized that everything Fonzie was saying was correct: She DID want it. She wanted the mob boss’ dick to fill her full of semen.

Licking her lips, Fonzie pressed them tightly to the side of the blonde's neck, opposite of the nasty hickey she gave her, and left her with another one. Starslip cried out in pain, even as her body betrayed her to the pleasure of the cap of Alfonso's prosthetic schlong slamming repeatedly against her g-spot. She tossed her head back and forth, tears welling up in her eyes, and clutching tightly onto Alfonso as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Fonzie groaned, slamming all the way past Cassie's cervix. "I'm gonna cum in your jailbait whore pussy and knock it up!"