Attack Blaze's Pussy And Ass At The Same Time

Minutes passed as Lois Lane slobbered into Blaze's asshole...and when the anus was wet and shiny, the reporter ran her tongue up the little pink line of Blaze's crack, lined up her throbbing dick with the little star...

"Oh fuck!" Blaze moaned as Lois Lane slammed her cock in the demon's ass.

Got you, bitch, the reporter told herself. Then quickly felt the demon's ass squeeze her newgrown dick. Oh fuck.

Tears came to the reporter's eyes. The tight grip on the base of her dick was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She slid her cock in and out, first experimentally, and then with increasing confidence. In front of her, Blaze began to buck and moan, the anal slut losing herself in the ass-fucking.

Yet Lois knew that she was about to lose it too. The asshole was too tight, too hot. Her cock felt ready to explode at any moment...and if that happened, then Lois lost. She had to do something to make the Satanic slut in front of her cum first...and as a woman, the reporter knew only what worked for her.

Pausing mid-fuck, Lois drew Blaze up into a half-standing posture. The demon's ass was still impaled on the dickgirl reporter's cock, but now Lois had unfettered access to her pussy as well—and quickly took advantage of the position to reach around, resting her palm against the demon's clit and slipping two fingers into the slick pussy below.

The panting, sweating scene that followed would have done a dog mounting a prize bitch proud. Lois and Blaze seemed locked together at the hips, the reporter's flanks shaking as she thrust in and out of the demon's asshole, fingers pushing in and out of the demon's pussy, palm rubbing against the demon's clit. Against this two-fronted attack Blaze seemed to have no defense...and yet it wasn't enough.

Lois could feel the pressure build inside of her, cock aching and ready to burst. She was moments away from cumming, and while Blaze was moaning steadily, there was no indication that she was about to explode. The reporter closed her eyes and tried to think unsexy thoughts, anything to put off the burst of jizz that would seal her doom.

Grandma popping naked out of the cake, singing happy birthday. Text fields in Microsoft Word. Watching an egg boil. Tubgirl.

It wasn't working. None of the images could defeat Lois Lane's raging boner, and she decided to stop before she picked up some weird fetishes. No, what she needed to do was to dig deeper into her bag of sexual tricks and find something that would knock Blaze's metaphorical socks off.