ERROR: 666

"Please contact your demonic service provider..." Lois mumbled out loud.

The screen froze on the error screen, a little cartoon red demoness leering out at the reporter. Lois Lane growled in frustration. Lana Lang grunted, her cock jumped inside the reporter's pussy, and the woman smiled grimly as she all doubts about whether or not the redheaded dickgirl was cumming inside her vanished.

In frustration, Lois held the power stud on the smartphone. Lana didn't stop. She panted like a dog, her cock still hard, desperately plunging her dick in and out of the reporter's cum-filled cunny...and Lois Lane didn't have the heart to tell her to stop. Whatever damage had been done, was done.

The smartphone powered off. Lois immediately clicked it back on, in the hopes that the reboot would resolve whatever issue Error: 666 was...if not, she'd have to do an online search and hope there was some kind of online help forum...

The phone blinked on, as it normally did.

Except there was no icon for the DMN app.

The reporter frowned. Behind her, Lana pumped away, the redhead's voice a panting whine as she sped up, apparently ready to paint the reporter's cervix white again. Lois quickly did a search through her phone, but the app was nowhere to be seen. She tapped through to her internet browser, typed in "DMN app," searched...and got the usual trash results. Nothing that looked anything like "magically switches out your genitals."

Lana pushed forward, knowing Lois against the toilet as she burst inside of the reporter again. The hot excess spunk streamed down the reporter's thighs.

"Hey! Take it easy! You almost hurt m—"

Lois paused mid-sentence as she looked over her shoulder. Lana was sweating...and bright red veins stood out on her exposed skin. The pale, freckled flesh was turning as ruby red as the demonic dick embedded deep inside the reporter's cunny...and Lana's pupils were reduced to pinpricks, the redhead obviously fucking on instinct, the crimson cock in total control of her body.