Yes

Lily pulls and fights Ricard's grasp, but she can't break free of him. Dom, still yanking slowly at his dick steps up and rips her thin sundress right off. She stood braless, her trimed pussy hidden under white lacy underwear.
"Nice firm tits, are they real?" Dom breathed. He grabbed the right one, hard, squeezing the ample d cup. "They are. They'll look great with cum all over them."
She felt a hard slap to her ass, and Ricard began pulling her toward the back of the bar room. Ricard shed his own pants as the moved, leaving them on the barroom floor. He pulled them toward the pool table, and sat up on the edge. He held Lily's hands behind her back, leaving blue bruises as he pulled her up onto his lap. She kicked, but his legs swung and locked around hers, forcing them open. Her hips wiggled around on his, feeling a stiff cock slip between her legs. Using a free hand, Dom slapped the side of her head to get her to stop swirming.
Ricard lifted Lily's ass and **** it down on his erection. He roughly penitrated her ass, filling it was his long, skinny cock. "How do you like that bitch?"