Flood Lois Lane's Bowels With Cum

There was a low, animal growl. Like nothing that ever came from a human throat. Angelica Blaze pushed forward until the reporter was **** onto the sink. One hand grabbed the back of the reporter's head and pressed it against the mirror—and it had been glass instead of stainless steel, Lois was sure it would have cracked and splintered, such was the **** of the dickgirl's ardent thrust.

Then Blaze began to cum.

Lois Lane had enemas before. Keeping clean "down there" was something she did regularly before going undercover...like tonight, in fact. The reporter had gotten used to feeling the warm water flood her bowels. The sudden need to vacate. The intensity of it as she held it in for a few moments, to let things soften up.

Yet she had never felt something this hot. Injected into her ass with such ****. It was like her colon was being boiled. Spurt after spurt burst deep inside of her as Lois was impaled on the rod. She could feel the dickgirl's balls pulse against her cunny. hear the heavy breathing as Blaze continued to unload inside of the reporter. It seemed to go on forever, though Lios knew most ejaculations were over in a matter of seconds.

With her face slammed against the mirror, Lois Lane's vision was skewed, partially obscured...but with one eye she could see Angelica Blaze's reflection. There had always been that fascination, in the moment of release. People lost it then. No matter how well-controlled they normally were. No matter what mask they put up to the world. In the moment they came, it all came crashing down. Faces twisted into snarls of ecstasy, grimaces of pain, bizarre contortions of utter idiocy or blankness.

Blaze had lost it too...and Lois saw it.

What was fucking her ass wasn't human.

Dark horns arched up from a wide brow. Pure white eyes without pupil or iris were narrowed into slits. Skin the color of fresh blood on parchment stretched tight over high cheekbones. In that moment as she flooded Lois Lane's ass with her Satanic sperm, Blaze's face held the beatific expression of a fallen angel.

Then the eyes opened. Blaze blinked. Her human guise flickered back into existence. The pressure on the back of Lois Lane's head eased.

"You...saw?" Angelica asked. Her cock throbbed inside the reporter's ass, to squeeze one last drop of jizz into the hot, liquid pool of fuck in Lois Lane's bowels.

"Y-yeah," Lois murmured. The reporter swallowed. There didn't seem to be any point in denying it.

"And how does that make you feel?" Blaze said.