"Sure, You Can Use My Bathroom."

At the reporter's words, Angelica Blaze gave a sheepish grin and stood up...and the cock popped out. It wasn't fully hard, not yet...but the great pink fuckmeat spilled out of the jeans like a tubesteak, the head already rubbery and swollen, deep purple veins visible down the sides. On its way to full erection, the reporter could already see that it was nearly as thick as her wrist.

Lois Lane remembered to pick her chin up the floor as the dickgirl sidled into the bathroom, and closed the door behind her.

Almost.

The latch didn't catch, and the door swung silently inward an inch on well-oiled hinges. The reporter, from the kitchen, could hear the shuffle of the pants being pulled down over Angelica's lips. The soft shft-shft of a dry hand on a dry cock. Lois licked her lips, suddenly remembering there was lotion underneath the sink, wondering if she should say something...

Two steps into her darkened bedroom. The light was on in the bathroom. Lois caught a glimpse of a bare hip and elbow through the cracked-open door.

"There's lotion under the sink," Lois said, as loud as she dared. "And, um, just use the kleenex. It's sensitive skin."

The reporter felt her ears burn as the blush spread. She felt ridiculous. They were both adults. Letting someone else jerk off their massive cock in her bedroom was just...being a good host. Absolutely no reason to feel like a pervy teenager peeking...

Until Angelica turned to the side.

A lump stuck in the reporter's throat as she saw the prick standing out from Angelica's body. The barely-open door didn't give her but a glimpse of it, but the reporter felt a sudden trickle down her thigh. The prick was massive—maybe even as big as Blaze had quietly bragged it was—and although Lois Lane was no size queen, several of her better lovers had been on the large side, and like many horny young teenagers she had dreamed of unrealistically huge pricks. Growing up and experimenting with dildos had swiftly informed Lois that her particular hole was not bottomless, but still the fantasies persisted...and to actually see it, in the flesh.

The glimpse was brief. All she could see now was Angelica's elbow as she slathered lotion on her shaft. The dry fapping was replaced with a wetter schlick-schlick, and Lois bit her lower lip as she sat on the edge of the bed, staring into that cracked-open door, her knees firmly pressed together, hands clasped firmly in her lap.

The breathing grew a little faster. The schlick-schlick faster. Angelica began to mumble to herself, the words soft, and in the darkened bedroom Lois strained her ears to hear them.

"Like that? Unf. Bet it feels good, doesn't it? Prick tease in your pretty little robe, flashing those perfect little tits. Those big violet eyes...damn. I'd fuck you on your back just so I could look into those pretty eyes as I pump you hard and deep. Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you..."

Perhaps it was the air conditioning. Or the vibration of Blaze humping herself against the edge of the sink, big balls grinding against it, traveling through the floor. Whatever it was, as Lois Lane watched, her eyes wide, the gap slowly opened a little wider...and the reporter could see into the mirror, could see the reflection of Angelica's face red and twisted into a grimace of primal need...

...and their eyes met in the mirror. A shiver went down Lois Lane's spine as she realized that the masturbating dickgirl could see her in the mirror, on the edge of the bed, her hands between her legs...and what it must look like.