Blaze Jackhammers That Pussy Until Lois Passes Out

Lois Lane had lost count of the questions. But she could see how her multiple questions had inflamed the demon's lust. The crimson cock fairly quivered, things seeming to shift underneath the scarlet skin as it seemed to grow longer...thicker...

With Lois laying down on the table, Blaze slapped the cock down on the reporter's stomach, the heavy, hot balls resting against her pussy.

"Oh god," the reporter said. The tip was just sigh of her navel. "How big and hard can it get."

An internal rumble came from within Blaze's crotch. The dickgirl demon drew her trouser snake back, and lined it up with the entrance to the reporter's womb.

"You know how most women can't cum just from penetration?" Blaze said, almost as if she was talking to herself.

"Y-yeah?" Lois was sure she had heard that, somewhere. It was true for her, at least. She always needed something more than some guy pumping into her to really get off.

"You are not most women."

The cock slammed into Lois and she almost came, just a little. It didn't bottom out inside her pussy, didn't smack painfully deep within. Almost as soon as the reporter was aware of being penetrated it was moving, picking up speed. Lois began to huff, feeling the heat of the penis rubbing against her insides building up, but Blaze was moving faster and faster...

There was always that scene in porn, where for a brief span of maybe three heartbeats, the dude would begin to jackhammer. Just pound the pussy with everything he had, cock pistoning in and out of her cunt as fast and hard as he was able, and the woman would just hang on for dear life and endure it. Usually it was no more than a few seconds. Humans aren't designed more than brief bursts of such activity.

Blaze wasn't human.

Lois gripped the table until her knuckles were white. Blaze held her legs akimbo, unwilling to have anything get in the way of her merciless jackhammering of the reporter's pussy. A scarlet blur banged in and out of the woman's gash...and Lois was reminded of watching those women with the fucking machines, the coldly mechanical devices pistoning in and out of their holes.

And she came. Lightning sizzled up the reporter's spine, her pussy clamping down on the hard dick, toes curling, eyes rolling in the back of her head as she gasped until she could hardly breath. She came and Blaze kept fucking her. The reporter's body relaxed...and then she felt the climax build again, and Blaze showed no sign of stopping. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, the heat on the verge of pain, the endless vibration made her cunt feel raw and puffy, but Blaze kept dicking away, plunging effortlessly and unstoppably into the wet hole.

Lois came again.

Hours passed, and the reporter felt boneless as a hot squirt of sizzled out of her pussy to splash against the demon's abs. Her cunt felt raw, every push and pull threatening to drag her whole vaginal canal out with it. The reporter's eyes felt heavy, barely able to keep them open. She blinked heavily, staring at Blaze, a look of terrible concentration on the demon's face...and Lois realized that all through this long fuck, the demon hadn't cum in her even once...

Lois Lane closed her eyes. Just for a moment, just to rest them for a bit.

Something warm flooded her pussy.

But by then she was already asleep.