In Her Mouth

Sealed in her latex prison, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had a vision of the dickgirl fucking her face to simply plunge her cock balls deep, the head in her throat. The cock swelling until it cut off her air supply. Unloading that gooey, sticky load straight into her stomach. Spurt after spurt of rich sperm, destined for the reporter's stomach as she knelt there, utterly helpless.

But Blaze had other plans.

The cock pulled back—out of Lois Lane's throat—the head pulling back until the head was just past the ring of latex holding the reporter's teeth open, so it could rest on her tongue. The reporter could hear Angelica start to grunt, felt vibrations through the latex.

Curious, she probed the cockhead with her tongue. The head was painfully swollen, the rubbery flesh swollen and taut, the flared crown so tight against the hole that Lois doubted the dickgirl could extract her cock even if she wanted to. Almost absently, the tip of the reporter's tongue tickled the little slit of the urethra, tasting the salty, tingly precum there.

What is she doing? The reporter wondered, her curiosity insatiable even in these circumstances. Why pull back, why...oh.

Lois realized Angelica Blaze's design, a second before it happened.

The dickgirl wanted her to taste it.

The cock erupted in Lois Lane's mouth. The first rope was so scalding hot, the for a minute Lois was afraid she'd burned her tongue. Sperm began filling her mouth, spurt after spurt of it, and her world, narrowed down by her latex prison, was suddenly overwhelmed by the rich flavor of the dickgirl's semen. So thick and sticky that loads Lois had swallowed in the past seemed like water; it clung to her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth...and it kept cumming and cumming and cumming...

Worse, Lois could feel herself salivate. Her whole mouth felt filled with fluid and cock, and she could barely breathe, barely focus on anything. Her stomach gurgled and...and it would have been harder then, not to swallow.

So she did.

Three mouthfuls cleared her mouth, except for the sticky residue. Lois could feel the hot, heavy gobs sliding down her throat. Still taste the rich, heady jizz. Ran her tongue over the cock again, capturing the last few drops being squeezed out. Felt it shrink, just a little. Just enough to pull out with an audible, wet pop.

Cool air hit the reporter's mouth, and she sucked it in greedily. Still tasting Blaze with every breath.

"Now," the dickgirl breathed. "What shall we do with you, pet?"

Helpless, Lois could only pant within her latex shell, utterly unable to do anything.