Give Blaze What She Wants—Good And Hard

Lois Lane grabbed the demon's hips, aimed her neck cock at the pussy, and shoved it inside with one smooth, fluid motion. The demon's pure white eyes widened a little at the suddenness and surety of the intrusion, mouth forming a little "o" as the tip of the dick slammed into the back of her passage.

The demon's cunt was hot, tight, and wet. Lois Lane could feel her dick almost melting inside of her. But she knew that some bitches might put on a proud face, but utterly gave up when dominated by their pussy. As much as they might say they liked to be wined and dined, their pussies pampered and petted, gentle lovemaking in the dark—in truth, nothing made them come harder and faster than getting utterly and truly fucked, deep and fast and hard, cock banging at the door to their womb as if demanding to be let in to spill their seed right in the fucking uterus.

She should know.

She was one.

The reporter started to pound hard and fast, just like she liked it. Right hand gripping the demon's hip firmly, the reporter moved her left hand down onto the demon's lower belly, her thumb rubbing hard against Blaze's clit. Grunting and sweating within moments, Lois put her back into it, establishing a pounding rhythm that **** the demon to hold on just so she didn't go sliding across the bed.

The vigorous **** was having immediate effects. Lois could see the nipples on the red breasts swell and harden, feel the pussy gush, hear the demon breathing faster. A weird purple flush came across the demon's cheeks as the savage pussy pounding continued, and Lois leaned in low and grabbed a breast in her mouth, biting down on the nipple just hard enough to make the demon howl, the crimson heels locking around the reporter's ass as she encouraged her lover to fuck her harder.

Heart pounding, even after only a few minutes of this Lois could feel her body jittery. It was like going from standing still into a sudden sprint—Blaze was obviously getting close, but Lois could also feel the fatigue starting to build up in her muscles, the insistent urge to cum building up at the root of her cock—and she wondered how long she could keep this pace up.