Lois Leans Into It

A warning can only go so far. It had been so long since she could remember anyone touching her like that. Lois Lane stared down. Her robe had fallen away, leaving her breasts and pussy exposed. The swollen purple head of Angelica's cock tickled the reporter's pubic hair. Lois could actually feel it throb against her clit.

Just this once, Lois Lane thought, as she bit her lip. Maybe just this once...

"You're so stiff," the reporter said in a husky whisper. "Has it been a long time for you too?"

"I've been hard since I saw you," Blaze said with breathless confidence. Her strong hands squeezed the reporter's ass as Lois spread her thighs a little, raising her knees up to hug at the dickgirl's hips. "Ever since you walked into that club, I knew I had to have you."

Lois licked her lips. Her hips shifted. Grinding her pussy against Blaze's crotch. Leaving wet stains on the dickgirl's jeans. Yet something that Angelica had said stirred her curiosity.

"Then why did you let me go?" The reporter asked.

"I...I had to go to the bathroom," Angelica said, and swallowed hard. "I wasn't gone for long. Then I came back, and I was too far away to stop him...to warn you..."

Lois Lane's nipples were so stiff they caught at the fabric of Blaze's shirt. In her mind, the reporter mentally reconstructed the scene, but her brain ran into a blank. She couldn't remember the details of the club, how it was set up. All she had to go by was the tone of Angelica's voice, the way she refused to meet the reporter's eyes.

Hot and horny as Lois Lane was, a doubt grew in the back of her brain.

But does it matter? the reporter told herself. Even if she's lying. I want her to just lay me across the table and plow my fertile field...

"By all the gods of darkness, you're so hot," Angelica Blaze said, and took a step back, turned...and Lois felt her ass lowered to the table. Unwilling to let go of the reporter, the dickgirl urgently whispered. "Let's do it. Right here, right now. Unbutton me. Let's finish what we started..."

The reporter's journalistic instincts flared. There was something in the way she'd said that which didn't add up. The doubt gnawed at the reporter.