Bound and fucked!

As Lacey kneels in the birdlime, her hands bound behind her with her own bikini top, she has to struggle to wrap her mind around the fat cock working its way down her throat. Her lips, stretched wide by its girth, have wrapped around it already, her tongue pinned down by the heft of Danny D's cock. The game show host has a ginger braid wrapped around one of his fists, using it as a makeshift handle. Staff members have already dragged Lacey and the board she's stuck to away from the balancing beam and the other birdlime covered boards. Lacey maintains eye contact with Danny D, her mascara running, gurgling sounds coming from the base of her throat whenever he pushes deep.

Into his mic, Danny D says, "Lacey here came for $100,000, but what has she won so far? First a creampie and now a cock down her throat!" He puts the mic down toward Lacey, amplifying the sound of her gagging as he shoves himself deep again, his balls against her chin, her throat bulging. Already her saliva coats his cock. He pulls his cock free of her mouth and lets it rest against her freckled face, his broad cockhead smearing precum across her forehead, and holds the mic down near her mouth as he asks, "What do you think of your winnings so far, Lacey?"

Against his balls, his sack pressed to her soft lips, she says, "Fuck you." A blush stains her cheeks. Out the corner of her eye, she spots the overhead monitors showing her naked and on her knees with a big cock rubbing over her face.

Danny D laughs. "Fuck me? Fuck me? Don't be quite so rude, Lacey!" He taps her blushing cheek and moves to stand behind her. The hard cock jutting from the open fly of his trousers glistens with her saliva. "If anything, I should be the one saying 'fuck you.' Because well, it's about to happen!" When he goes to his knees behind her, Danny D takes a firm hold of her red hair to shove her forward, her face **** down against the birdlime, her hips **** to lift. The overhead monitors all go to showing the view from behind her, her bubble butt held high, her thighs spread wide.

Face down against the birdlime, her cheek stuck to the board, Lacey can only watch on the monitors as the cameras go to showing closeups of Danny D smacking his cock down against the pale, round cheeks of her ass, smearing them with precum. The monitors then show him positioning himself as she feels his broad cockhead bump against the outer lips of her pussy, her back tensing as he starts to push in. The head of his cock slides into her, and the cameras all go to showing the several inches of thick cock waiting to be shoved deep.

Danny D takes hold of her hips and drags her back onto his cock, pushing inch after inch inside her with a slow, deep thrust. With one hand holding her hip and the other lifting his mic up, Danny D asks, "What do you think, Lacey? Feeling fucked yet?" Rapid thrusts follow. The overhead monitors display closeups of Lacey's inner folds gripping at the fat shaft plunging deep inside her. As he fucks her, Danny D leans forward over her, driving deeper. "Well? The at-home audience wants to know!" He puts his mic to her mouth.

The mic picks up her throaty gasps and her whimpering moans. The feeling of her pussy being stretched, stretched more than any other man ever has, has Lacey too distracted to even form coherent thoughts, much less voice them to the mic. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth and she can't help but drool a little down onto the board. The monitors all show how her body rocks forward with his every vicious thrust, her bubble butt bouncing off his hips.

Danny D laughs again. With one hand planted down against the back of her head, he positions himself over her to get the angle just right, his full length of ten inches pumping down into the pinned girl beneath him. Into his mic, he says mid-thrust, "We'll have to take that for a yes! And I should thank our staff member for having the first go at this pussy; I doubt poor Lacey here would've been able to take my cock without some stretching first!"

Lacey starts to cum when he pushes his big cock deep inside her again, the inner folds of her pussy clamping down. Through parted lips, she can only manage in throaty gasps, "Fu-fuck! So f-fucking big!" By this point, she's started to rock her hips back toward his thrusts, toward his pussy-stretcher of a cock.

Danny D slaps her ass, reddening that pale cheek, and says, "You're welcome." He then holds himself deep inside her as he cums. Lacey's second creampie of the evening has her blushing furiously. Feeling his hot cum inside her sends her spiraling into another toe-curling orgasm.

When Danny D pulls out, the overhead monitors show it in slow motion: how Lacey's inner folds cling tight to his girthy shaft, how a deluge of cum follows his broad cockhead slipping free. With a few pumps of his fist along his length, he shoots the last spurts of his orgasm all over her lifted, round ass.

Danny D kneels there behind Lacey, his hefty cock draped over the curve of her ass, the head slick with both his cum and hers. With a slimy smile, he says into his mic, "If you think you can do better than Lacey here, then I'd love for you to come give it a shot! Everyone who competes here on Fucked or Fortune always ends up..."

He holds the mic down at Lacey's face, a string of drool escaping the corner of her mouth, her red hair damp with sweat. "F-Fucked," she says, punctuating the word with a moan.

"Or with a fortune!" Danny D pushes his cum-slick cock back inside her, rhythmically thrusting deep into the stuck girl, the **** of his thrusts causing her bubble butt to wobble, as the cameras turn off.