Blaze Would Never Leave A Woman Unsatisfied

The stars above were beautiful. A soft, cool breeze blew over the sands. Angelica Blaze's lips opened, her tongue sliding between Lois Lane's nether lips, tasting, testing, probing gently. The reporter's hands gripped the sheets as she felt the dickgirl's soft, warm tongue slide over her urethra...down the inner folds of her labia, all the way to the bottom where her pussy gave way to her perineum...and then began to circle that inner hole, the entrance to her vaginal canal.

Lois tried to **** herself to relax. How long had it been since anyone had eaten her out? Months, at least. She didn't want to think about that encounter. So she focused on what was happening to her now.

Angelica's tongue lapped at her pussy. The lips seized on the reporter's rapidly hardening clit, sucking just ever so gently. A moan passed the reporter's lips, involuntary and unprecedented. By the light of the stars, Lois caught the flicker of a smile on the dickgirl's face. Her eyes almost seemed to be glowing.

Her pussy was already getting wetter, the tongue slipping back down, lips pulling at her labia playfully before delving back in. Lois had never known any lover so eager and devoted to oral sex. Most of them just wanted to get it wet enough to stick it in.

Dickgirl. Shemale. That was something else beyond Lois Lane's experience. Something she had never expected to ever have to deal with. Not that she was against the possibility. Lois had always known that she was open to...other experiences. Blaze didn't remind her of the typical transsexual though. She was sure those breasts were not the result of implants, nor that cock subject to hormones. Coupled with this place...what did that leave.

Could she really be a demon? Lois wondered, allowing the possibility. She lived in a world with aliens and amazon princesses, magic itself shouldn't be too much of a stretch...and wasn't there some legend that angels were true hermaphrodites? And demons were fallen angels? Unanswered questions.

The tongue slid lazily out of the reporter's slick slit. Lois looked down the length of her body, suddenly aware of the emptiness inside of her, the heat that had built up while she was woolgathering. She didn't want Blaze to stop...

...and saw the dickgirl removing what clothes she had, standing in the moonlight naked, the long erection standing out from her body.

"You would never be satisfied with just my tongue," Angelica said. "would you?"