End: Lois Lane Is Happy To Be Pregnant As Long As Blaze Pays For It

Blaze dribbled lube on her dick. Lois Lane bit her lip. She still clutched the pregnancy test in her hand. Behind her, as her ass slowly swallowed the big red dick, Blaze kept talking about all the things she would buy the reporter...and Lois smiled to herself.

As her ass pressed against the dickgirl's crotch, the shaft throbbed inside of her. No matter how many times she did this, it still stretched her to her limit...and filled her like no one else ever had, or ever would. Red hands slid around to cradle the reporter's flat stomach. Lois smiled as she twerked her ass on her sugardaddy's dick.

"You love it, don't you fuckmeat?" Blaze said.

"Yes, daddy!" Lois moaned. "I love your big dick inside of me. I love your babies inside of me. I love your ring on my finger."

"Ah, but you deserve more," Blaze growled. "All that I can give you. You need to show the world who owns you..."

"You do daddy!" Lois said as she began to bounce...

The strangest thing was, the reporter believed it. As the timeline settled, the last little ripple of the past few months slotted into place, and Lois could remember it all perfectly. Not only how she and Blaze had come together, but how Lois had fallen into the relationship as something she had secretly wanted for a long time. No other bitch was going to snipe her sugardaddy. Now Lois would get it all...the money, the presents, the children she had always wanted to have but hadn't made time for...and Blaze loved her for it, adored her, worshipped her with gold and diamonds and cum.

As long as Blaze paid the bills, she could touch as much as she wanted...as long as she paid for it, Lois didn't mind having as many of her babies as possible...

The dickgirl's hands slid down, over the reporter's naked thighs. Grabbed her behind the knees and spread Lois Lane's legs wide. Lois grabbed the arms of the chair to help push herself up and down as the cock began to thrust. Her asshole burned as it slid up and down, up and down, over and over...

"You will want for nothing," Blaze promised as she kissed the reporter's spine. "You will wear the finest clothes, eat the best foods, have the most advanced medical care...and you will deny me nothing."

"Yours!" Lois gasped as the muscles in the back of her thighs stretched. She could feel the anticipation build within her, but she knew from experience that this was just the beginning. When Blaze was truly riled, the virile dickgirl could go all night, even when Lois Lane's pussy was sore and stretched. The reporter could almost feel that happening, Blaze was so stiff, ready to flood her bowels with her first creampie of the night...

...the first of what might be cum-drenched years of giving her sugardaddy Blaze the proper return on her investment.

Which is how Lois Lane's night out ended: with a demon's dick balls-deep into the knocked-up reporter's asshole, and the reporter howling like a whore because that's how her sugardaddy liked it.