Survey says: no.

Mary Jane stood up and dropped her sheer black gown—the one he loved for her to wear. Standing before him naked, she let him take in her body. "I'm all yours, tiger," she cooed.

"No, Ms. Watson. I am no tiger," he stepped forward, gripping her wrists. "I am a lion." His lips met hers once more while his hands began to roam her body. Fisk's hands pawed at her generous bust, eliciting a loud moan from the redhead.

"You want to use my tits, sir?" She asked, biting her lip. MJ didn't even wait as she returned to her knees. The massive cock slapped against her breasts as she stared it down. Without hesitation, she sat it between her tits and squeezed them around it. Hey lips met the tip once more as she lovingly kissed it. "I love the way you use my body... I love your massive cock... I love everything about it. I'm yours. I'm all yours. I love you, Mr. Fisk!" She cried out as she kept making it with his cock.

He wanted to cum right then and there, but he restrained himself. Instead, he bucked his hips, fucking her perfect breasts. He wanted to fill every hole tonight. Not just for his sexual pleasure, but also to sate his need for power and ****.

After all, they had an audience tonight.