Like Pissing Straight Into Lois Lane's Womb

The **** of Angelica's ejaculation made her gasp. Most women can't actually feel the ejaculation itself. Just a tablespoon or so of hot goop tossed into their tunnel. Like dribbling a bit of milk into the bottom of a tall glass. Yet to Lois Lane, in the frame of mind she was in, the cock buried as deep as it was, it felt like a steam of white piss battering against her cervix.

The drunken reporter's ass shook as her cervix quivered and spasmed. Lois Lane's eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth fell limp as she almost imagined that hot sticky stream pushing straight past her final barrier and into her achingly empty uterus. Though she knew that was impossible, at the time it felt like that was exactly what Balze was doing, oushing an endless stream of impossibly potent jizz straight into her fertile depths.

And Lois welcomed it.

Her cunt clenched and unclenched on the dick, trying to milk out every last drop. the strange words kept echoing inside of her head, crowding out every other thought. You want to be a pregnant slut. It's your fetish. You're a horny drunk. They seemed to swirl around to the forefront of Lois Lane's thoughts, until she could think of nothing else. So that when Angelica did finally finish cumming, when she did pull out, all Lois could say was:

"Horny. Need a drink. Want a baby. I'm a drunk...pregnant...slut..."

Exhausted, Lois lay on the table in a swoon, her body impossibly heavy, spunk dripping out of her violated twat. She was only dimly aware of Blaze circling the table. Of something soft and salty being pressed against her lips.

"I think you've had enough **** for tonight," the dickgirl said, "I've got something else for you to drink."

Thumbs pried the drunken reporter's eyelids open, so that she could see the dick being fed into her mouth. There was a kind of fishy smell to it, and Lois realized, dimly, that it was the stink of her own pussy. Then the warm, soft cock was filling her mouth.

Lois mumbled something, but couldn't really talk with the cock blocking her tongue.

"Don't worry mommy," Angelica said with a smile, as though she could understand what Lois was saying. Her hands came down to grab the reporter's wrists, holding the drunken woman down on the table.

"You'll get what you came for. I guarantee it."