Lois Can Move

My dick hurts, Lois thought.

Her body was limp and sweaty, as though she had just sprinted a couple miles. In her chest, the heart slowly ceased pounding so fast. The familiar post-sex languor hit, the kind of hurts-so-good that made Lois want to stretch out like a cat and laze for an hour or two, maybe catch a nap...

Beneath her, Maria had gone silent.

Lois checked her lover's pulse. Steady. Skin slick. Fucked into unconsciousness. The reporter felt the urge to move. Critical call of nature. She lifted herself up on her arms and slowly slid out from between Maria's splayed legs.

The reporter took a minute to admire the utter ruin that was Maria's cunt. The inner lips were hanging out of the outer labia, an angry red cover. There were splatters of drying blood, and a veritable river of thick white cum. The pussy was gaping. Lois could see the dark hole. Could have slid two fingers up inside of her, easily. Spread her out and watch all that splooge pool down by her cervix.

But she didn't.

Let her heal. Lois thought. Instinctively, she tried to raise her dick, and was rewarded with a twinge of pain. Her cock needed a bit of time to heal up too.

The heavy cock, limp and hurting, was an angry red too. Staring at it, Lois could only reflect on how much bigger her dick was than that of any lover she'd ever had. Two inches thick and five inches long while limp. Bits of skin had been fucked off, here and there, and there was an ugly purple ring around the base where it had been stuck in Maria's pussy, unable to escape. Lois remembered old sex-ed warnings against fucking with open wounds...well, no use crying over spilled jizz. She rose on shaking knees, staggering toward the bathroom, dying to take a piss.

After that...she still had a job to do.