A Little...But Demon Lois Lane Thinks Differently

Lois Lane had sucked her fair share of cocks. From her first prick in a car after prom shortly after turning 18, to a bevy of boyfriends and casual hook-ups in college, to a more select choice of lovers in adulthood, the Daily Planet's best reporter had seem more than a few cocks up close, given a fair amount of head, and took some small pride in her ability to bring her lovers to orgasm.

Normally, she didn't swallow. Condoms were the rule. Going raw or bareback was something that Lois had saved for lovers with whom she'd known and trusted for a time, to prevent the spread of disease, and because like most women the reporter didn't particularly enjoy the taste. Even when she let them cum in her mouth, Lois normally discreetly spit it out into a towel and brushed her teeth at the soonest opportunity.

So when Lois Lane felt that hot, sticky load burst into her mouth, it surprised her that she instinctively swallowed. Surprised her a little more when she found herself sucking on the retreating prick, running her tongue around the glans, teasing the urethra, trying to get every last little sperm into her.

She only stopped when Aisha pulled her cock out of the demonic reporter's mouth with a wet POP.

The heat in the reporter's brain died down a little. The reporter's new forked tongue licked her lips. She flicked each of the tips independently, blinked her violet eyes. Maria was still digging her tongue into the reporter's ass, and Lois pushed back. As the sticky splooge made its way down her esophagus, Lois found she could think again.

Except her thoughts were not quite as they were. As she stared at Aisha, suspicion and paranoia flared inside the reporter. They had dosed her deliberately...they knew what the DMN **** did...was this all really a chance encounter, or had they been under orders to get Lois to take the ****?

She stared at the limp cock between Aisha's legs. Her own prick slapped against the reporter's belly. Suddenly hard. A mewling whine came from the reporter's throat. The paranoid thinking burned in the background, but her urgent physical needs kept her on her hands and knees. Wanting more. Needing more.

Maria pulled her tongue out of the reporter's ass and giggled.

"I think she wants more," Maria said. "You can keep going, right?"

"Give me a minute," Aisha said as her hand jerked at her limp brown prick. "Didn't expect to cum so fast. Maybe you can keep her occupied?"