Hands On Her Shoulder To Push Her Down Onto The Black Cock

Lois Lane hovered above the black cock, as if waiting for something...what, she wasn't sure. Permission to sit on this dick? Or maybe they wanted her to beg for it? Then she felt the warm, strong hands on her shoulders, and the reporter realized what was happening. She didn't have any choice in this matter at all.

The hands pressed down, and the reporter's body was **** down. She grimaced and then gasped as the pressure on her ass increased—the reporter was being **** to sit on the hard cock. In her ears, the litany of BLACK, FUCK, ASS, COCK echoed over and over. The words wove in and out of each other in endless combinations, so loud that Lois couldn't even hear herself think...but then, she didn't have to think.

She was an ass made for black cock.

"Aaagh!" Lois exclaimed as with a push, the hands on the shoulders shoved her roughly onto the black dick, which half-buried itself in her ass.

There was a pause. The warm, strong hands held the reporter in place, and Lois gulped in air. Her ass didn't really hurt, she had just been shocked at the suddenness of it all...now that she had a moment, the reporter began to squeeze her ass. It was so strange to have something warm and living inside of her...and then it began to move. Lois instinctively tried to squirm, but the hands on her shoulders held her in place.

The cock slid up and up until Lois could feel the hairy thighs touch her own, the cock uncomfortably deep inside of her...then it began to retreat. It slid out of her slowly, the reporter's anus clutched at the retreating dick...and once only the head was inside of it, the cock slid back up.

I'm fucked, the reporter realized. I'm being fucked in the ass. A black cock is fucking me in the ass! And I...I can't stop it...