Lois Keeps Her Legs Closed

No! Lois Lane's legs remained stubbornly closed, knees close together...and even though the reporter was sure that Angelica Blaze could have pried them apart, she didn't even try.

"It's okay," the dickgirl's breath poured into the bound reporter's lap to tickle her pussy. "It's okay to be scared. Many girls are scared when they face the prospect of a big, hard prick. Tearing their pussy up. Stirring them up inside. Afraid it will hurt. Afraid of the consequences. That they might...enjoy it."

The reporter quivered, unable to close her ears to the lies. She wasn't a coward.

"Girls these days are all so scared. That's why the pill was created, you know. Girls that wanted that bit of control. Afraid of their bodies. Of what it meant to give in to their desires. Women now...grown women...they aren't afraid."

A hot tongue touched Lois, down there, just above her carefully trimmed strip of pubic hair. The reporter's whole body was taut as a violin string, and Blaze was playing her like a virtuoso.

"That's the difference between girls and women, far beyond age," Blaze said, her voice thick. Something hot and slimy dripped down into the report's bush. "Women aren't scared to get what they want. What they need. they accept the consequences. Hell, sometimes it's the means, the very pleasurable means, to an end. You know that's how the Amazons used to reproduce? Capture some man and take him. Just so they would have babies. Big, beautiful babies. Pregnant Amazons were honored for their courage."

The tongue dipped down. At its greatest extent, the wet tip could just kiss the reporter's clit...

"But if you're not a woman," the dickgirl said. "Then I'll have to treat you like a girl."