Feel Something Press Against Her Crotch

Lois could feel it, down between her legs. Something hard, pressing through her pants, grinding the material against her lips. The reporter looked down and saw that Angelica was pressing her cock against the crotch of her pants.

The reporter tried to move, but the bartender was hugging her too tight, the weird penis-tentacle-tongue caressing Lois' face, leaving slimy trails, and that cock below like a bar of steel. Lois could feel the material of her pants begin to distend as Blaze applied ever-increasing ****, pressing Lois down on the dick.

The human woman squirmed. She could hear seems give, feel the press of the pants as they started to give way, to press into her pussy, wrapped around that tiff prick, and Angelica's hands were digging into her shoulder now, hurting her, applying inhuman strength. The bartender was too eager to allow Lois to even remove her clothes. Lois looked into the lust-crazed eyes and knew the monstrous shemale was trying to fuck her right through her pants.

Lois struggled, trying to adjust her position. It was pressing inside of her now, she could feel it, at least an inch inside of her—but unguided, the intruder was digging at the soft flesh between her vagina and urethra, and it hurt. Blaze, mistaking her intention, pressed down even harder.

No sooner did Lois finally get the shaft lined up with her hole than the material of her pants gave way entirely. Lois was aware of a brief ripping sound, and then the hard clock sliced into her cunt, banging the reporter's as down against Blaze's thighs.

The reporter opened her mouth to scream, and the demonic penis-tongue slid into the waiting hole.

It was like being spit-roasted, except by a single person. Lois moaned around the cock-thing in her throat, winced as the ragged material of her busted crotch dug into her sensitive pussy with each thrust. The reporter knew it should make her mad, but in truth it felt almost nostalgic, like teenagers fucking with their clothes on, so eager to go at it that they didn't even bother getting undressed.

The wild ride ended quickly. Blaze started grunting, tongue plunging down deeper, into Lois' throat, and her cock-strokes began getting shorter, faster, more erratic—and then stopped entirely, and Lois' pussy felt very wet, a familiar sensation from younger days with quick shots who didn't bother with condoms.

As Angelica's grip relaxed and the cock-tongue withdrew from Lois' mouth, she knew she'd have a few choice words for the bartender...