Grab The Retreating Cock

Like a fat white worm, the wilting dick was being pulled back through the gloryhole. Lois instinctively grabbed it, fingers sinking into the strange pale flesh. It was slippery with her spit and the **** of its withdrawal was tremendous. Lois grabbed the phallus with both hands and planted her feet against the floor, and it still dragged her toward the half-shattered hole in the glass...until she planted her feet against that and pushed all her might while still pulling with her shoulders...and it was only then that it stopped, as if it felt the least little resistance...and Lois realized, belatedly, that she was aiming the limp noddle directly as her own bare cunt.

Still planted against the glass, holding onto the dick for dear life, Lois shuddered at the feel of a cool flow of air from the gloryhole. The breeze felt good on her pussy. Now that she had the pale penis in hand, however, she wondered what to do with it. Straight fucking seemed out of the question—the fat elephant trunk was limp as linguine—but while the suck-session may have cured her oral fixation, the drunken reporter knew she still wanted to experience her own orgasm.

Then, Lois had an idea. Doing her best to maintain the pressure on the floppy cock, she carefully clambered down. Facing her ass to the wall, the ropey dick was held between her legs, only kept taut by her holding it out with her arms. She dropped into a slight squat, letting some of her weight fall on the limp penis...which spread her pussy nicely; it was like straddling a fat, soft rope.

Holding the dick as tight as she could, Lois began to rub her pussy back and forth on the pale white cock. It was still soft, but there was a bit of roughness to the skin which made her clit tingle. It was just the little bit of stimulation she needed, and Lois began to find her rhythm, moving her ass up against the glass and putting her weight on the fat trunk, then sliding forward, maybe eight to ten inches...and part of her marveled that there was even enough cock to hold and do that with, but mostly she was focused now on getting off, rubbing against the noodle, pulling it up so it spread her outer lips wide and the clit dragged along the length of it...the wonderful burning of friction and hot lips against the cool flesh, the slow build that saw her travel down the cock grow shorter, faster, a little more frenetic as she felt herself build toward the climax she wanted...

Yet even in the midst of her reverie, a noise caught the drunk and horny reporter's attention.