Bigger Than Any Cock Lois Lane Had Ever Sucked

Lois Lane sucked and sucked...and the clit grew and grew. She became lost in the fascination of it. Unable to see anything, she could still feel the shaft of the clitoris grow thicker between her lips, her tongue traced the growing, stiffening length of it. Angie's hands tousled the reporter's hair, her hips slid back and forth, so that the pussy squelched noisily against the reporter's chin, and within a minute it was like the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was sucking someone else's thumb.

Except the head was more well-defined now, a rubbery little glans with the divot of a urethra that Lois could tease with the tip of her tongue, a flared little glans, and behind that she could feel skin, real skin, with pulsing veins and a smooth underbelly. Now it was swelling, thicker and harder, the head of the cock—for Lois Lane realized it was a cock, there was no mistaking the shape or flavor of it now—was rubbing against the top of her mouth, and she had to shift her lips over her teeth so as not to scrape or bite it.

Carnal curiosity caused the reporter to keep on, even though she knew that this was unnatural, that there was something wrong—metahuman, inhuman, superhuman, whatever—about this Blaze. Yet she didn't want to stop. Needed to see how big it would get, what the limits were...like a little sub-game in a videogame, where the larger plotline is lost for a little while as the heroine tried to get the high score on sorting pots or playing a slot machine.

The cock thickened like rising dough and almost seemed to soften. Lois could feel the heat of it now in her mouth, and she realized she couldn't close her jaw, even if she wanted to...the cock was too thick, the back of it was growing toward her throat, and as Lois tried to pull her head off the dick, Angie's hands grasped the back of the reporter's head and shoved her back, until Lois Lane's nostrils were buried in the pubic hair...and the reporter felt the swelling cock slide past her tonsils.