"Okay. Take care of it. I'll watch."

Angelica Blaze blinked. Lois Lane grinned. Most of the time, she was such a good girl that when she did say something a little naughty, it caught other people by surprise.

"I want to watch," Lois said. "Your cock is already out. Show me how you stroke it. I'll be over here."

The reporter moved the chair away from the kitchen table and sat down. Legs spread, pussy exposed. Lois adjusted the upper part of the robe, to frame her breasts and nipples. Feeling deliciously naughty to show herself like this.

The dickgirl's cock swelled and rose as her dark eyes took in the exposed reporter's anatomy. Lois felt her mouth go dry as it grew and grew...the hairless balls throbbed, the veins began to stand out along the length...and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter could well believe Angelica's claim that it was over a foot long when hard.

Lois Lane's fingers found her slit by themselves. She rubbed slowly, eyes fixated on that phallic rod. As a woman comfortable with her sexuality, Lois Lane had seen more than a few pricks, some up close and personal. Yet the sheer length and girth of Angelica Blaze's cock was nearly inhuman. It looked like a younger Lois Lane had imagined cocks had looked like, almost cartoonish in size and hardness, real cuntbreakers that would tear through her hymen and punch through her cervix to the back of her womb in one mighty thrust, to knock her up in one go and leave Lois dazed and pregnant. The kind of cock a virgin Lois Lane had hoped to marry, before a few sex education and anatomy lessons, as well as discreet peeks at her father's stack of adult magazines he kept under the bed had severely modified her expectations.

Yet here it was, in the flesh. The kind of cock that Lois had fantasized about.

"Alright," Angelica said, and wrapped her right hand around the top of the shaft...and then her left hand settled near the base, and squeezed. "I've never done this before an audience before...but I couldn't ask for a more beautiful one."

The compliment slid off the reporter's mind like water off a duck's back. The violet eyes, half-lidded, were focused on that swollen shaft, that was now darker and redder than the rest of Angelica Blaze's flesh, obviously so against the pale skin of the dickgirl's hands. The reporter's own left hand rubbed up and down her slit, then clockwise around her clit and back down again. Lois Lane's nostrils flared, drinking in the manly scent of that enormous erection, obvious even though Blaze was three feet away.