Chapter 19 by Zeebop

What does Lois Lane do?

Jerk Angelica Blaze Off

The reporter lifted her hands from between her legs...and gripped that massive shaft. A foot long, Angelica Blaze had said, and now Lois knew she hadn't been exaggerating by even a fraction of an inch. Even with both hands wrapped around it, there was still so much dick pointed at her.

Very, very dangerous dick. Lois well-remembered the warning note that she had found. Even if she didn't understand exactly why, she knew that sex tonight was out of the question...but she also couldn't deny that she had to do something to disarm Angelica of this deadly weapon.

So the reporter's hands worked the stiff, swollen shaft. It was burning hot between her fingers, the skin slick and soft around the steel-hard core. Lois kept her legs closed as she tugged at the meat...that weird mix of her lotion and Blaze's own musk.

Angelica Blaze's hips jerked. Lois could see the dickgirl's face twitch, those dark eyes unreadable in the darkened room, no more than the shadowed abysses of a skull.

"Don't you want it?" Blaze's voice sounded soft, the accent strangely thicker. "Open your legs. I can...we can..."

Lois shook her head. Her arms never ceased their pumping, The reporter's right fist stroked over and above the sensitive glans while the left hand traveled freely up and down the shaft, gripping it as tightly as she dared, letting her thumb travel along the swollen underside. The dickgirl loomed over her, the swollen sack brushing the reporter's bare thighs.

"You can cum on my tits," Lois Lane said. "Or on my face. We can't...not tonight, you understand? Not after everything that's happened. Maybe when we get to know each other better..."