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There was a light in Blaze's eyes. A kind of desperation. Lois Lane allowed herself a grin as she ground her dick against the demon-woman's most sensitive spot, manhandled her tits, squeezed and twisted her clit. She could feel her own climax building, but she would see this bitch cum first. She would see Blaze lose...

The demon had her own ideas about that.

Lois felt the hands grab her ass. Fingers played at the reporter's dick, and for a moment Lois wondered if she was trying to pull the cock out...but it wasn't that. The dickgirl reporter realized that when the fingers reached up, curving over her butt, fingers delving into the crack of her ass.

The reporter kept moving, even as she felt the fingers scraping around her own cunt, wiggling around the dick. Lois couldn't work it out.

_What is she up to? _Lois thought. She's not trying to squeeze my cock, or stroke it...and she's not trying to stick her fingers in her own pussy. Not that there's any room.

Something about that thought gave Lois a warm glow. She hadn't had a cock for very long, but already she felt a twinge of pride at how well it stuffed the warm, hot hole in front of her. Even though that was ridiculous, she couldn't deny how good it looked to stare down and see those pink lips spread over her fat dick, the vein at the top running right down below the clitoris and urethra...then the slippery fingers left the sticky mess that was their conjoined genitals alone, and Lois found out exactly what Blaze had been up to.

The demon just wanted a bit of lube. It would make fingering the reporter's asshole easier.

"Demon cunt," Lois said. Her hands released the demon's breast and clitoris and seized on her throat. Thumbs pushed down onto the arteries, cutting off blood to the brain.

"You want to fight dirty, let's see how hard you cum this way!"