Blaze Is Really Supergluing Lois Lane's Pussy Shut

Lois Lane couldn't scream, as she felt Angelica Blaze press the reporter's aching labia together with her fingers. Something cool and wet was wiped against her lips. The reporter's pussy felt full, like it was sloshing, though she knew intellectually it couldn't possibly be that much jizz...or her cunny that cavernous.

Blaze took her time, fingers holding the labia closed, creasing the painfully swollen lips together...and as she did, Lois felt, with a terrible sinking sensation, the lips stick to one another.

She's doing it, the reporter thought. She's actually gluing my pussy shut, with all the cum inside of it. Great Caesar's ghost, I could actually get pregnant, if I'm not already. How the hell am I going to get it out? I'll need to go to the emergency room...and won't that be fun to explain to the nurses.

The process continued all the way to the reporter's clit. Lois Lane's legs quivered in mid-air, her pussy pinched tight. A part of her couldn't believe this was actually happening...

...and then it was over.

A scattering of applause, and then the women let her legs down, undid her bonds, removed her gag...before Lois could complain they were pushing a bottle into her face, and wet towels were wiping her down. Rum burned the reporter's throat...and before she knew it, she had been pushed into a hot shower. The warm liquor was pulled out of her hand, and someone pressed a cold beer into it...

The medicinal effect of a shower beer is not to be underestimated, after spending an entire night taking two hundred creampies, your whole body aching and weak, and your pussy glued together. That was such a weird sensation that Lois could barely put it into words. Her cunny felt full, but she could still squeeze the muscles, feel the gelatinous goo squirm around inside of her, but it couldn't get out. Lois didn't even dare try to pee, there was nowhere for the piss to go.

Angelica Blaze was waiting for Lois in the dressing room when she was done. Her clothes, fresh and clean, were folded, her smartphone on top...and on top of that, a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills.

"You were magnificent," Blaze said. "I'm so glad you came tonight, everyone had a wonderful time."

"YOU..." Lois realized she had raised her voice, and lowered it. She wasn't quite drunk, but she was buzzed, exhausted, naked, and her legs felt like jelly. "I'll..."

"Tell everyone that I **** you into being tied down, fucked for money, and then superglued your slit together?" Angelica smiled. "Oh please, do try. I'd love to see how long it takes for that to get out. No, Lois Lane, you have been well and truly fucked, and you're going to be paid like the whore you are—and you're going to keep the money, because very soon, you're going to need it."

Blaze reached forward and poked Lois hard in the abdomen. The reporter jumped, as something like an electric shock went through her body.

"Mommy."

Devilish laughter filled the room as Angelica Blaze turned and left, leaving the naked reporter to get dressed all alone.