...Have You Ever Been With A Dickgirl?

Lois Lane wasn't sure she heard that correctly...until she felt something warm and soft yet stiff slip between the sweaty cheeks of her ass, Angelica's hands crushing the reporter's cheeks around her.

"No," Lois said, voice strange and alien to her own ears.

The reporter wanted to turn around. She wanted to see it, and at the same time she didn't. If she saw it she felt she would scream. Instead she lay there in tense indecision as what felt very definitely like a cock was sliding up in between her cheeks, not penetrating but definitely...there...

"I always knew I was different from the other girls," Angelica said. Her hands moved down to rub the reporter's thighs, but the cock—if it was a cock—was still there, resting in the crack of the reporter's ass. "It wasn't until I was grown I found out how different. Nobody else really understood what it was like...the...urges I would feel when I was around another, beautiful woman..."

Her hands rose to the small of Lois Lane's back, and she could feel the cock moving now, back and forth in the cleft of the reporter's buttocks. The reporter swore she could almost feel the testicles gently touch against her pudenda. The dickgirl's hands roamed higher, massaging her back, creeping around until the tips of her fingers just touched the reporter's breasts.

"...I like to touch other women. I like to make them feel good. To explore their bodies. See how they react. You're quite sensitive, do you know that? I can feel the heat from your pussy...it's so tense, deep inside."

The young dickgirl leaned over Lois Lane, until the reporter could feel strands of her hair trail on the sweat-slick back, the hint of what could be small, hard nipples.

"Would you like me to massage the inside of your pussy?"