End: Blaze Makes Love To Her Pussy

Two fingers slid into the reporter's pussy from behind. The hot water from the shower was filling the tiled room with steam.

"Hmm. Just how I like it," Angelica Blaze said, as she pushed Lois against the cold tiled wall of the shower. "Hot and wet."

Lois panted, the Pulitzer prize-winning reporter suddenly at a loss for words. The dickgirl's fingers spread, stretching out the reporter's labia, and her other hand came around, sliding down the reporter's flat stomach to rub at her little clitty. Angelica Blaze's mouth bit down on the reporter's neck...and as Lois gasped, feeling those sharp teeth press into her skin, the cock slipped in past her lips.

She felt like a virgin again. Her legs wobbled, still weak after her ordeal in that latex shell. The heat of the steam was making her gasp for breathe. The reporter's hands and breasts pressed against the wall, and the dickgirl moved her hand to lift Lois Lane's leg, spreading her cunt and letting that thick cock press up and in deeper into the needy cleft.

"Ah...ah!" Lois panted, eyelids drooping, heart pounding as though it would burst through her chest. The cock slid in and out easily, pushing not too deep, Angelica's fingers rubbing at the reporter's clit at the same time. They moved together, as one unit, the exhausted reporter barely able to muster the strength to stand but still able to squeeze her pussy whenever the cock threatened to slip out, to try and draw it back inside of her...which it inevitably did, pushing deep even as her mouth worked it way up, nibbling at the skin in little love-bites.

Then Lois Lane's one remaining leg collapsed...and she was held aloft only by Blaze's hands, wet hands pawing at the wall...and the dickgirl began to move more aggressively, biting harder, humping Lois mercilessly, driving her cock deep and hard, faster and faster... The reporter began to cry out, eyes squeezed tightly shut as her whole body seemed to clamp around the invading cock, shaking uncontrollably, moaning in the heat of her moment. For the first time in her life, Lois wanted to feel it...to feel someone cum inside of her...and a few moments of **** thrusting later, Angelica Blaze fulfilled that wish.

The cock pushed deep...and then deeper, until Lois was afraid it would kiss the mouth of her womb. Bright pain blossomed on Lois Lane's shoulder as the teeth broke the skin, but what Lois paid attention to was the hot gush that hit her deep within, almost like a physical blow, and which came again and again for half a dozen hard, long spurts, her cervix quivering as it caught the blasts of baby batter.

Then, and only then, did they begin to sink to the floor together, the cock still spasming, Blaze's tongue licking at the blood on Lois Lane's shoulder. Exhaustion was taking Lois, and she felt herself on the verge of unconsciousness...yet she heard the words very clearly.

"We simply have to do this again."

Darkness claimed Lois...the blanket of sleep falling across her waking mind...and she didn't know where she would spend the night, or what she would wake up to in the morning. Yet a part of her agreed. They would have to do this again. A hunger had been awakened inside of Lois Lane that would not be filled by anything less than another such game, with latex and dickgirls, and hot cum pouring into her wet and eager holes.