Date. Mate. Inseminate.

The dickgirl paused in her deep dicking. Lois Lane felt weirdly exposed as that cock quivered inside her quim, the tall, dark, and handsome woman apparently flummoxed by the question.

"Date?" Angelica Blaze said. "Of course I want to date you. Mate you. Inseminate you. I want to spend nights balls-deep inside your pussy, and for you to wake up with my morning wood still buried inside your tight twat. I want to my sperm to be there whenever you release an egg, I want..."

The dickgirl blushed.

"I just...I didn't know if you'd like someone like me. I mean, you must have come in here expecting..."

"I came in here for a piss," Lois said with a smirk. "And I found the most eager cock I've ever had the privilege to suck...and a cute woman attached to it!"

The reporter tried to scooch her shoulders up the wall, into a slightly more comfortable position. She stretched her legs out into the air behind Angelica, and then brought her heels down on that tight butt, pushing the amazingly still-hard prick a little more firmly into her cum-filled slit.

"You know there's more to a relationship than just sex though, right? I mean, what would you do if I got pregnant just this minute?"

The cock seemed to jump inside of Lois.

"You think you took already?" Blaze said, pathetically eager in that moment.

"I think it normally takes at least a few hours for conception to occur. And that's if I'm ovulating." Lois said. "But I mean, is that all I am to you? I thought that you were so eager for...something more. An emotional attachment."

The dickgirl blinked. Lois could feel the cock throb. She could almost sense the pent up energy there, the dickgirl's hips struggling to remain still and not just pound away at her cunny like a miner following a seam to the motherlode.

Literally, in this case, Lois Lane thought with a smirk. While the reporter had not come into this bathroom with any intention of leaving it pregnant, she had little doubt that taking a couple of virile loads into her unprotected pussy had already sent herself on the way to motherhood...and she was less upset at the prospect than she might have thought, if someone had asked her earlier.

"I...I mean..." Blaze seemed tongue-tied. "I would still fuck you. All through the pregnancy. Whenever you wanted."

Lois tilted her head. "Yesss...and I'm sure I would appreciate that when my stomach swells up and my ankles and tits are aching and I feel like a big, fat whale. But you know a relationship is about more than sex, right? You have..."

The dickgirl's face was a mask of utter incomprehension.

"You've never had a girlfriend," Lois said, unable to keep the disbelief from her voice. "You never went out on a date. You've got a cock that would put most porn stars to shame, and you just waste your time in gloryholes doing the wham-bham-thank-you-ma'am routine."

A blush crept across Angelica's high cheeks. It looked somehow natural, that bright red color there.

"I...I mean I fuck guys too. Sometimes. If they want me to. But you can't get a guy pregnant!" She blurted. Then her voice sank low. "I can't get most women pregnant either. We're just not...compatible."

There didn't seem to be a lot to say to that, so Lois said nothing. On the one hand, this was sad and pathetic—Blaze was obviously looking for an emotional connection with another human being, and had zero clues how to do that with anything other than her dick. It made Lois curious as to who Blaze was, what her life was like to lead her to a bathroom like that.

On the other hand... Lois bit her lip as she stared down at where said cock was still lodged firmly in her cunny. ...I could just enjoy getting fucked like a teenager on prom night.