Chapter 19 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Fuck Blaze?

Grab Her Horns And Ride That Face

"As much as I'd like a taste of that cock," Lois Lane said. "I have to admit, there's something I've been wanting to do ever since I saw those horns."

In about a minute, the demon was lying flat on the bed, the naked reporter's ankles about equal with the pointed red ears, and Lois Lane had one of Blaze's dark horns in each hand. Zatanna, sitting on a chair and sipping her wine, had taken off her gloves. One hand slid down the front of her pants, the fishnet on her thighs bulging as she rubbed her slit.

"Ohhhh, fuuuuck," Lois tossed her head back as the crimson lips opened and closed, a long, forked tongue working its way over her slit. "I could get used to this."

"Mgghgm," Blaze murmured from below.

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Lois said, as she adjusted her grip on the horns, pressing her thumbs into the dull tips. "And yeah, don't worry, you'll get plenty of pussy. Hell, I've never had a live-in cock before..."

"Just as long as you don't mind sharing," Zatanna said. The wine glass had emptied surprisingly quickly, and the witch tapped it and said: ".lliF" Dark red wine swirled into the glass, and Zatanna watched and drank.

"Of course," Lois panted. "After all, we're all good friends here...right, Blaze?"

"Mhghhgm," the demon replied, nodding her head ever so slightly. Though the reporter couldn't see it, the demon's prick was a raging tower, purple veins standing out on the surface, quivering in pent-up need. Oily grey precum beaded and dripped down the swollen length of the crimson cock, and as the demon's tongue slid deeper into the reporter's pussy, Zatanna's eyes were fixated on the shaft...the huge, hairless balls that hung underneath like goose eggs...

She set the empty glass down and staggered to her feet. Lois had her eyes closed, hands pulling at the horns, bucking her hips against Blaze's mouth, lost in her moment of ecstasy as the witch shuffled forward, pulling her panties down away from her dripping pussy, careless hands ripping the fishnets.

"Lois?" Zatanna said, as she climbed in the bed. "I want..."