Lois Lane Waits For

No, the tit-trapped reporter decided. I'm not that low. I'm not going to masturbate just to pass the time as I'm crushed beneath some cum-drunk bimbo's boobs. If I have to die, it will at least be with a bare minimum of dignity.

That was, at least, her thought process...and up above her, Jenny Dunlap moaned a little less. Lois could see the sweat plastered to her face, the damp hair that stuck to the perspiration. Unbelievably, more men filtered in to fuck the blonde with tits like massive boulders, but now Lois could tell that the endless fuck-session was wearing on on the bimbo, the face contorted in pain as yet another john screwed his hard dick into her sloppy cunt, which had to be sore as hell.

None of them seemed to care a whit about the woman they were screwing; she could have been a chunk of beef with a cunt cut into it for all that they cared.

Lois wished she could say something to Jenny. Ask her why she put herself through this. If the big tits were really worth all the pain, all the danger. Up above, the blonde rocked back and forth, her nipples now pressed into the reporter's armpits, the great blue veins like rivers through her swollen tits. The blonde head flopped around as her current lover picked up her legs to really wheelbarrow the blonde...and Lois sat and waited, knowing when he was done he would let her legs drop, and a bit more jizz would drizzle into the funnel to the reporter's already overflowing cunny.

Then Lois noticed it. The slight burn of her back. Her eyes widened as Jenny Dunlap gave a pained squeal, and the man grunted. He had actually fucked her so hard, Jenny and Lois had moved a little.

Which meant...if Lois could get Jenny to move a little more...then maybe, just maybe, the reporter had a slim chance of working up enough leverage to get out from under, or **** Jenny to topple over. Something.

The reporter stared up the drawn and haggard face of the bimbo who had reached her limit, only to find there was a line of men who still wanted to fuck her. Lois had no doubt all the big-titted bimbo bitch wanted was an ice pack and plan B, but what she was going to get was a screaming orgasm.

Lois just needed to figure out how to manage that.