Lois Is Ready To Cum

Pants came down around her knees. Her pussy was still a sticky mess, wet and dripping with Blaze's spunk. As the lights dimmed in the theater, Lois Lane eased herself down on the demon's cock, settling herself into the dickgirl's lap.

To finish what she started.

"Don't move," Lois whispered. "Just let me do it."

Blaze gripped the armrests, and Lois grabbed the back of the seat in front of her. She lifted herself up and down on the cock. It was like masturbating with a suction-cup dildo in a lot of ways. Lois could control the pace, the depth, the angle of penetration. Make sure it hit the right spot in front of her, feel the burn in her biceps and thighs as she lifted herself up and down, setting her own speed, feeling the heat build up inside of her, hear the squelch as her cum-filled cunt slid on that hard shaft.

Yet it was different from a dildo too. A live cock has heat, stiffness, softness. She could squeeze it with her cunt muscles and hear Blaze suck in her breath, feel the dickgirl tense and the cock leap inside of her, the swollen head scraping back against the reporter's g-spot. As the film titles rolled, Lois could feel herself getting close.

One hand released the seat in front of her, crammed itself between her legs. The reporter stood poised on the cock, rubbing her pussy fiercely. Lois moaned out loud, not caring who could hear her. She was that close.

"Why a woman isn't safe in this place!" The woman on screen said.

Blaze rose suddenly, thrusting her cock deep inside of Lois, pushing the reporter over the edge of the seat in front of her. The reporter gasped as the hands clasped on her ass, her own hand still strapped between her legs as the dickgirl began to thrust and pound.

"I'm sorry Lois," Blaze said. "I can't—"

Lois wasn't listening. She was rubbing her clit in time with the demon's thrusts, faster and faster, feeling the anticipation rise in her body, knees shaking, holding herself up entirely with her left arm as she desperately struggled to...

Her scream broke the stillness of the theater. A hot gusher spewed in her cunt, the heavy balls pushing hard against the reporter's pussy, testicles drawing up tight against the spasming cunt. Lois Lane's whole body shook as it seemed like six months of pent-up sex were finally released. She exhaled until her lungs were empty and began to burn, then sucked cool air in, her chest heaving, pussy milking the cock for all it was worth.

Blaze sat back down. Lois slid back with her, the cock slipping out of her snatch. Both of them were breathing heavily, and Lois reached over and took a long gulp of her beer as Humphrey Bogart appeared on screen.