Click The Pussy!

There was no time to figure out how to un-equip the demon dick—Lois Lane felt like she was about to explode, the pressure in her crotch growing with every hump of her hips. Nor was the possessed Lana Lane about to let Lois pull out. The redhead's legs were wrapped tight around her, the heels drumming on the reporter's ass.

All Lois could do was aim the smartphone camera at their crotch, the target box bouncing all around as they furiously fucked, scroll through the options quickly, and utter a prayer as she clicked her choice.

Almost immediately, a frustrated wail came up from the redhead's throat—followed swiftly by a moan as Lana Lang's engorged pussy, now a puffy bubble-gum pink mons that would have looked more natural on a horse than a human being, mashed against the reporter's cunny. Somewhere, far away, there was a tinny wail of agony, as if someone suddenly came down with the worst case of blueballs in history...

Lois Lane paid no attention. Because Lana Lang hadn't stopped moving, she had only shifted position, sliding her leg beneath Lois so that the two women could scissor. Their cunts kissing obscenely as they humped, Lana still in thrall to some form of demonic lust, and Lois struggling to keep up as her battered and bruised pussy squelched messily against the dripping, swollen demonic twat.

"Please," Lana begged. "I need to cum, I need..."

There were tears in the redhead's eyes, freckled face flustered, an expression of agonized need...and Lois couldn't say no to that.