Bareback

"Oh...just fuck me," Lois said at last.

It's a little late to be thinking about birth control anyway. The reporter told herself. Whatever happens, happens. Some couple spend years trying to get pregnant. Women that get knocked up the one time they have unprotected sex are the thing of after school specials, comic books, and badly written porn on the internet.

The escort smiled a little wider and leaned down to kiss Lois Lane. The woman found herself responding to the warm lips, the eager tongue that slipped into her mouth. Slim strong hands gripped her breasts, and Angelica broke their kiss to lick and suck on the reporter's nipples.

"You have such pretty titties," Blaze told her, as she rubbed the head of her cock against the reporter's clit, teasing the little nub of flesh mercilessly. "You think they'll get any bigger if I knock you up?"

"Are you going to impregnate me with your tongue? I'm not paying you to talk," Lois shot back, but with a grin on her face to let the escort know she was just kidding. "Stick it in me already."

"As you wish," Angelica whispered, smiling her strange smile, like she knew a secret that Lois Lane didn't.

Warm, hard flesh pierced Lois. The cock slid in, not as some rapacious siege engine plundering her fortress, but like a well-oiled key fitting into a rusty lock. She sighed as her pussy, long unused, finally welcomed a new visitor...and one that had no barrier between them to dampen the sensations. The swollen crest of the purple helmet scraped against her insides, the throbbing veins pulsed against her labia, the warm heat of the cock seemed almost to match her own internal furnace...

"You're so hot," The escort gasped, eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Fuck, I wanted this so bad, from the moment I first saw you. It's like a slice of heaven."

"Less talk," Lois said thickly, feeling half-drunk with eagerness. "More fuck."

They fell into it then. The oldest dance, cock in cunt, hips meeting as they moved together, the raw cock pushing deep into the reporter as Angelica laid on top of her. Yet their lovemaking was more than humping and pumping. The dickgirl was never still, her mouth seeking some new spot to kiss, hands grasping, massaging, touching and, when they reached the reporter's stiff nipples, gently pulling and twisting. The dark-eyed whore relished each gasp that came from her client's mouth, the way Lois Lane's heels drummed against her backside, the soft panting moans that became the only sound in the room.

Yet the thrusts grew shorter, faster. Lois could feel Blaze's agitation, muscles bunching and straining as she sought to hold in her seed. Teeth grazed her flesh now, little love bites as their lovemaking grew wilder, and Lois responded to that too, raking her nails across the dickgirl's back and buttocks. Angelica said nothing now but there was a pleading in her eyes whenever they met Lois Lane's own, and the reporter knew there was only one thing they both wanted.