Horny

Lois Lane panted, feeling the hot, sticky load slide down her throat, clinging like a film to her tongue. It was salty and bitter and unmistakably jizz. The kind of seed that the reporter hadn't touched, tasted, or seen in months... and just that little act of giving in, that brief bit of fellatio, had the reporter's entire body on edge.

It had been a long time for Lois. Months since her last lover. She had just been too busy with her job, too busy to mess with a relationship and all the messy, complicated emotions that went with it. On her knees, panting, the cock swimming in her vision, Lois Lane finally came to admit the truth to herself.

I need to get laid, she thought, feeling her pussy wet inside her tight pants. She was sweating again, licking her lips, savoring every bit of that cock flavor. Lois only had to look at that fat fucking testicles to know they had more to give, and she wanted it. Badly, desperately.

"Can we...go somewhere?" Lois breathed, afraid to reach out for Angelica Blaze's dick for fear that she wouldn't be able to stop herself. She had never been this horny in her life—not even as a teenager, when she would desperately jill herself, her sister asleep in the same room, afraid to wake her up.

"No," Angelica Blaze said smugly. "Anything you want, you can have...but you have to take it right here and right now."

The dickgirl spread her legs, not caring who was watching. One hand grabbed that fat shaft, stroking it back to hardness, a dribble of precum at the tip, cloudy with unspent jizz.

It must be the cum, Lois realized, a part of her mind unaffected by the unnatural lust. Some sort of ****...an aphrodisiac...

"You do want this, don't you Lois?" Blaze teased her. The smell of her sweaty balls wafted to the reporter's nose, and Lois felt herself breathing it in like a hound on the scent. She wanted that smell all over her.

"Yes," Lois said. Still in control, for the moment. Her pussy was starting to cramp, muscles squeezing together, juices running down her legs inside the tight pants.

"You don't look very comfortable. Why don't you take off those pants and sit in my lap? Then we can talk."

Talk. Talk is good. Just a talk. Lois thought as she hands went to her hips, tugging at the waistband. As long as I stop at just talking. Just sitting in her lap. No fucking. I'm in control.