Lois Lane Has To Fist A Bitch

"I see you're having trouble cumming," Lois Lane said, as she slowed her ass-fuck. "Let me give you a hand with that."

The demon's eyes widened as the reporter brought her finger's together to a punt in that slippery slit.

"You wouldn't dare," Blaze said, breasts heaving, her asshole sucking on the tip of Lois Lane's cock.

In response, Lois drove her hand forward. The soft, hot folds of the Satanic slit parted as Lois exerted her strength. The demon's back arched, thrusting her tits into the air, hands clawing at the sheets. Lois Lane gasped as the pressure on her prick increased—not just from Blaze's clutching sphincter, but from the pressure of her own hand spreading the demon's cunt, tightening the asshole until it seemed to bite into Lois Lane's dick...and the aching need to cum threatened to overcome the reporter...yet she could see that Blaze too was on the edge.

"That's it, you scarlet slut," Lois said as she pushed her knuckles past the crimson labia. "Cum for me! Cum for me and I'll fuck this ass every day!"

Grimacing in pain as the ass threatened to crush her cock, Lois **** her prick forward and back. Blaze's hips bucked and heaved, the legs now resting on the reporter's shoulders, ankles crossed behind her head. The demon bared her teeth, moaned and writhed as she was fucked and fisted...and then she stared at Lois and there was a wild grin on her face...and what happened next shocked the reporter.