Better Not

Nope, nope, Lois Lane told herself in a moment of clarity. You're getting fucked in the pussy and ass by a double-endowed dickgirl, it is absolutely not a good idea to let her cum in you. You don't even know where those cocks have been, and you're NOT on any birth control.

"...the hell I can't!" Blaze growled. Her hand clamped around the reporter's mouth to stifle any scream or protest, and her pumping pricks pummelled pussy and ass faster and harder. Lois realized with a shock that she was in a bad place now...handcuffed, blindfolded, and with the double dicks or whatever they were already inside of her.

"If this is my only chance," Angelica said, as her free hand slid around the bound reporter's back to pull her close. "Then I'm going to take it. I'm going to pump you full, sweetmeat! Pour all my love and seed into you, and claim your womb as my own personal property!"

The fucking took on a rough, almost savage quality. Lois winced as the cocks tugged at her holes too fast, and too hard, little slivers of pain piercing through the pleasure. She was sure at this rate something would tear, and worse than that if she let Blaze finish inside of her.

Lois opened her mouth as wide as she could, to get a little leverage...one of the fingers slipped...and the reporter bit down hard, as hard as she could. The flesh bent, soft as thick rubber, but Lois felt a shock as her teeth crunched down on bones as hard as iron.

Fuck! I think I almost cracked a tooth...

But it worked. The hand disappeared, at least for a moment. Lois Lane had time for one moment, one breath, one word...

"Stop!" The reporter yelled, as loud as she could.