Himbo Cum Is Addictive

Tyrell took his time in cumming. Lois Lane didn't mind. On her knees before him, slurping on his cock, hands working that impressive snake, she could see the effects that the pills had on him. The Black man had not been fat, but the flesh seemed to melt away from his stomach, so that a six-pack of muscles began to emerge. His shirt grew tight as muscles swelled larger. The vacant eyes grew glassy, the features calm and placid. Between his legs, his scrotum plumped up...Lois gave it a test squeeze and found it seemed mostly fluid, like a water balloon that had been inflated, the testes floating around within.

So it isn't magic, exactly, Lois thought. Although I've never heard of anything non-magical causing changes this drastic this fast. Some super-****, certainly.

The glans seemed to swell in the reporter's mouth. The taste of it seemed to fill her head. Lois had never been exactly eager about giving blowjobs to her boyfriends—she'd given head to get head, or as a special treat or favor, but like pretty much every woman it didn't do anything for her to suck some dude off, and the act itself could be anything from boring to disgusting...

Yet now her lips were sealed around that shaft and hollowed out, and her hands were stroking his cock faster and faster. She could taste the precum that drizzled from his piss-slit, and it was...intoxicating. Lois could actually feel her head swim, her heart beat faster. A burning need inside as she sucked harder and harder...as if some new appetite had been awakened inside of her.

Then Tyrell began to cum.

Not in thick, salty ropes, but dribbling up that long black hose, to ooze out over the reporter's tongue—and Lois Lane, who almost always spit the jizz out, found herself swallowing eagerly, instinctively. Loving the sensation of that slimy gob ooze down her gullet. Trying to stuff more of that cock into her mouth, until she nearly gagged on it. Wanting to feel that stream of seed ooze straight down into her stomach.

Too late, Lois realized the danger—but now she couldn't take her mouth away. Whether it was some effect of the part of a bimbo pill she'd had, or the pills on his own sperm, Lois could tell that the himbo's sperm was addictive—instantly and terrible addictive, like that first taste of crack cocaine—and at that moment, Lois wondered what she would do without it.