Lois Cums In Front Of Everyone

The reporter could feel it coming. The sense of anticipation as her belly tightened, pussy clamping harder on that plunging cock until the muscles in her crotch ached and her thighs quivered with the strain. Beer had spilled over her stomach, making it slick and Angelica's had slid as she gripped the reporter's waist, trying to **** more of that fat dick into the drunken reporter's pussy.

More than that, Lois could feel the eyes on her. Hungry eyes, ignoring the music now. Pink tongues licking lips, some of them wishing that was them riding on that hard dick, or plunging their stiff pricks up into that hot, eager pussy. Lois could hear her moans growing in volume as the climax rose inside of her, like a slow-building electric arc up her spine. Her toes curled and scraped against the floor as she thrust her breasts outward, nipples hard.

Her throat was dry from the volume and **** of her growing exclamations of pleasure, and Lois bucked harder and harder on that cock, her whole body heating up and speeding up toward that final excitement. It had been a long, long time since Lois Lane had climaxed with a lover, most of them had left her wanting, wiping their spent cocks off on her thigh or belly or ass, and she'd had to wait and finish herself off with her fingers.

Not this time. Lois was bucking like a rider on a stallion, leaned forward to grab Angelica's knees with her hands and slam her cunt down to meet that cock as it ascended, eyes watering as the tip of the dick hit something inside of her, again and again and again, and it hurt but she was past the point of stopping, past the point of...

Lois screamed as Blaze's cock began to jackhammer her pussy, the balls flapping hard enough to slap her clit. Her whole body froze, muscles contracting, hands white-knuckled as the fingernails dug into those knees. Silver sparks danced in front of her eyes and in the dim light of the bar she could see the dark dicks and nipples, the flushed faces of the people watching her, wishing they had the courage to jerk their cocks to the sight.

The drunken reporter leaned forward, wheezing, throat dry, stomach sloshing nauseously, sucking in air. She felt sick and great and Angelica was still jackhammering her cunt with an almost frantic pace. Her lover said something then, something that cut through the haze and swoon and stabbed like a red hot poker into Lois Lane's brain.