Inarticulate Interrogative Noise

Pussy stuffed beyond the capacity for rational speech, the noises that came from Maria's voice could almost have come from the throat of some small animal, tiny brain **** to understand the threat posed to it.

Lois Lane was beyond caring.

Somewhere deep inside of her, cum factories were churning. There were no visible testes, but there were two throbbing masses inside her crotch, almost painfully full. A pressure that could not be denied and demanded release into the warm, wet, tight, overstuffed cum receptacle that Lois had crammed her duo of dicks into.

The reporter closed her eyes, as a monk might as he begins meditation.

Contrary to what most porn comics will tell you, human ejaculate doesn't increase much in volume over a tablespoon or so. But the density of the sperm can increase. The thick goop that poured out of Lois Lane's twin faucets was thick and heavy as molasses.

Not in a single, hot spray did it emerge, but drop by pendulous drop, boiling out, splashing heavily against the back of Maria's vagina and oozing, slowly and ponderously, down to her cervix. So tight was the fit, the two cocks rubbing against each other, that not a single sperm escaped. The jizz was trapped inside of Maria's pussy.

Lois Lane slid her fingers down to the young woman's clit. She began to rub it in small, circular motions, maintaining maximum contact and steady pressure, rubbing it faster and faster...and despite the pain in her overstuffed pussy, Maria began to moan, little mewling hisses leaking from her mouth. She could feel that hot liquid pressure inside of her, right up against her cervix. The pleasure in her clit was growing and a moment before it happened, it dawned on Maria what Lois was doing.

Then the young woman came. Her pussy could not squeeze the cocks any harder, it was already cinched tight by the duo of dicks, but her buttocks fluttered and thighs quivered, toes curled and the breath caught in her chest...and inside of her, deep inside, she could feel her cervix spasming opening, the hot baby gravy flowing inexorably into her womb.