Let Lois Suck It And Cum All Over Her New Tattoos

"Sperm is good for the skin," Blaze said. The tattooist peeled her gloves off and stepped out of the way, to let the camera focus on Lois Lane's newly-inked tits, "but this is going to sting."

Tyrell stroked his dick. It was a little above average, maybe seven inches...and circumcised, which Lois liked in a man, not that it mattered much in this case. The drunk reporter knew what was expected of her, and as soon as Tyrell came within an arm's length her hand grabbed for his dick and guided it close to her breasts.

The head of his cock was distinctly purple compared to the brown shaft. Lois spat on it. Bent down and kissed the tip. She held it there, and the tip of her tongue tickled his slit as her right hand began to pump, thumb and forefinger a ring tight around the rigid length of flesh.

Lois found it difficult to focus on her technique. To avoid the urge to glance at the camera, which was zoomed in on her face, and her aching breasts. Even through the haze of the ****, Lois could feel her nipples swell and throb painfully, her body's response to injury...but Lois Lane had come this far, and if it meant she could make contact with the missing women, then maybe it would all be worth it.

Minutes passed as she slurped on Tyrell's cock. Her pink lips slid over his head now, and she sucked hard at the black dip. The pain in her breasts only grew as her nipples hardened. Her cheeks flushed, and she realized she was turned on just from sucking cock. In truth, it had been so long since she'd had any dick she had almost forgotten what it felt like to have the sensitive member in her hand...the feel and taste of it in her mouth, warm and with that slightly bitter hint, complex and strange and unique to every man.

Tyrell tapped her shoulder and Lois pulled her mouth off with a gasp...and the big brown dick aimed at her newly inked titties.

It spat out with pressure, thick and gooey, evidence that Tyrell hadn't cum in several days. Lois hissed as the semen hit the open wounds on her areola...it wasn't quite like orange juice in a cut, but Blaze was right: it did sting. Tyrell squeezed his shaft, choked the dick from base to head as he alternated from one to the other...and ended by wiping the last drops off on the reporter's hard nibs.

"Now...one more thing you should know," Blaze said.