Lois Doesn't Say Anything

Emboldened by the reporter's silence, Angelica Blaze began to feed her cock deeper into the reporter's cunt. The silence was so complete that Lois could hear the quiet pants of their breathing, the pounding of her heart in her ears, the slow, squishing noise of her pussy getting stretched open.

Then Blaze was pressing her body down on top of Lois Lane's. Hot lips brushed across her face, naked breasts slid against the reporter's sweat-slick nude form. The dickgirl wasn't very heavy...but suddenly Lois felt trapped, crushed between her body and the bench she was laying on. The heat of the dickgirl's body was radiating out, and those hands were sliding down Lois Lane's arms, until they met palm to palm, fingers interweaving, clasping tight.

Almost instinctively, Lois opened her mouth, panting like a bitch in the heat, her tongue lolling out...and it found Angelica's tongue. The two twirled together in the dark, and Lois felt that fever-heat grow behind her eyes, her whole body burning, yearning for something...

The dickgirl's mouth closed over Lois Lane's. The cock slid as far in as it could go, the hairless balls brushing against the reporter's ass. A groan burst from Lois as her cunt squeezed the intruding member, and once again she had that terrible impression of horns on Blaze's brow, the eyes glowing in the dark, strangely reptilian.

She wondered at the Native American maids who went to where that water welled up out of the earth, what they might have felt if they found a naked, beautiful woman there that talked to them of strange, dirty, sexy things...creeping closer and closer as the heater of the geothermal waters encouraged them to shed clothing after clothing, until they stood naked before her...and the virile member that had risen between her legs...

As Blaze began to fuck her, Lois knew how they must have felt, drawn down into that hot darkness, burned by those inhuman desires.