Lois Lane is Scaroused

The reporter swallowed hard. She didn't believe it.

The male refractory period is real, the male refractory period is real, she chanted to herself, inside her head, even as Puppy's stiff cock began to throb and churn inside her ass. She could feel the hot spunk well up and drip down...and a part of her feared what might happen if any of it touched her pussy. Lois Lane had a sudden, terrible flashback to her sex ed class in high school, the dangers of "splash conception."

So why is that making me so wet? Lois thought with a shiver, as a sensual heat flooded her groin. Her cunny squeezed and dripped onto the newspaper that lined the bottom of the cage.

The reporter's fingers gripped the wire of the cage door. This was getting dangerous. Fear and arousal mingled in her mind and body, and Lois felt torn. Here she was, ass in the air, jizz dripping from her asshole as a huge black man stirred the jizz inside her shithole with his unnaturally big and stiff schlong...his balls pressed against her labia, so she could feel the heat of his nuts...and Lois Lane's hard nipples were crushed into the newspaper beneath her.

She needed to get out of here. She needed to get fucked. The two competing thoughts fought inside her body and brain like two wolves in a pit. The reporter felt absolutely paralyzed by indecision.

"Puppy, pull out!" The old woman ordered. She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

Lois Lane looked up, and maybe there was relief on her face as the decision was taken out of her hands.

Puppy pulled his hips back as far as the small cage would allow. Lois felt every inch as he strained to drag his boner out of her asshole...and barely made it. The big black dick popped free, and Lois could not control her bowels as a spurt of jizz followed it.

"You done already made a mess of her ass," the old woman said. "So you should last longer. This time..."