Not a chance

The wet noises of a cock pounding at a soaked pussy get louder and louder. The dark-haired girl struggles to hold onto the fat stack of cash with her mouth. Sasha stares down to the big dick stretching her pussy wide, amazed to see Danny D has only sunk half his length inside her, several inches of his thick shaft still waiting to plunge into her pussy. The faster he fucks her, the more her pussy coats his cock with her nectar, and at least one part of her, the hot and wet part, wants him to push in deep enough for her to feel his balls slap against her bare ass.

Danny D stops mid-thrust. He grips her hair again, lacing his fingers through the dark locks, and has her look up to him. He smirks and says, "Spit out the cash, Sasha. Beg me to push deep." He nods to the digital board which is now counting down thirty minutes. "Let's not pretend you can withstand me destroying this pussy for half an hour."

Sasha flips him off as best she can with her hand bound to the beam. As she stares up to him, she shakes her head. What comes from her mouth is half mumble and half moan. She tries to squirm away from the cock inside her and only manages to drag her velvety insides along that fat shaft.

Danny D shrugs. "So be it." He goes back to fucking her, stretching out that pink pussy with more shallow thrusts, her pussy already covering his cock in its cream. He looks back at Blake. "Guess I should thank you Mr. Boyfriend for your limp dick energy." Danny D pulls back until only the head of his cock remains inside Sasha. With another glance back to Blake, he says, "Here's the moment to watch, Mr. Boyfriend. From this moment on, your little dick will never again please Sasha." He snaps his fingers and the cameramen come in close. The overhead monitors go to showing closeups of Sasha's pussy struggling to stretch around Danny D's thick cock.

Blake drools around the ball gag. The ropes tying him to a chair have his arms bound behind him and his legs spread. As he looks up to the monitors and their lewd images of Sasha's pussy taking a pounding by a big dick, Blake struggles against the ropes. The soft cock he couldn't get hard in time for Sasha now stands rigid, a bead of precum on its tip.

When Sasha tries to look at her boyfriend, she blushes. She doesn't want to think about Blake getting hard only after some other man with a bigger dick started pounding her pussy. How wet she is doesn't help her blush—the thrusts by Danny D come with the squelches of a happy pussy clinging to the fattest cock it's ever known. Again she feels an orgasm building, her nips hard, her blush deepening as she can't help but try and push her pussy toward Danny D and his cock.

Danny D forces Sasha to look up to him once more with an iron grip on her hair. "You're going to cum in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." A single thrust sinks his full ten inches inside her, his heavy balls slapping against the plush cheeks of her ass. The **** of the thrust slaps her head and shoulders back against the makeshift cross behind her, the ropes holding firm to her wrists and ankles.

With the shock of a dick stretching her so, her inner muscles nearly at their breaking point, her jaw drops. The cash falls from her open mouth a bill at a time, the money fluttering to the floor. Sasha tries to comprehend how so large a cock could be real much less plunging deep into her pussy, her inner walls starting to clench on that cock as she cums just as Danny D promised, yet more of her girl juice soaking his cock. Tremors go through her lifted legs as she can't help but moan out louder than she ever has with her boyfriend, her body burning hot with the best orgasm she can remember as the tingling in her pussy gets set to an eleven.

Danny D starts to pull back. He says to her, "There's a good girl. Relax and enjoy the fuck. You're not going anywhere anytime soon." The digital board freezes, displaying 26:31 as if to show Sasha's humiliating loss: she didn't even last three and a half minutes. Danny D continues, "Time to start that begging for dick."

Lost still in the afterglow of her orgasm, Sasha breathes in deep and stares up to Danny D. Her pussy rhythmically squeezes at his cock. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knows her boyfriend is only a few feet away watching her get fucked, but the pleasure again building in her pussy proves to be a tidal wave she can't resist. She wants and needs more of that cock. In a small voice, she answers, "Please... p-please go deep again! I... I need it!"

Blake groans and tries to scoot his chair closer, his dick bobbing about with each jerky movement, more precum coating the head. He keeps looking from Sasha as she begs for dick to the overhead monitors still showing their closeups, the fat shaft of Danny D's cock glistening with her cream.

For his part, Danny D doesn't hesitate. The instant Sasha starts begging, he pushes in, again slapping his balls against her round butt as he fills her pussy with his cock. Savage thrusts follow, the fast pace of a man who thinks of the girl under him as nothing more than a wet pussy to fuck. He wraps Sasha's hair up in his fist as he slams deep, forcing her to look down between her spread thighs, to watch as ten inches of cock ravish her pussy, stretching her inner folds to fit that fat cock.