Lois Lets Them Fill Her Up

Curiosity was definitely Lois Lane's greatest sin. It was what made her such a great reporter...and what got her into such absolute trouble. Which was why she was stretched out on Valeria's lap, polishing pussies, while each woman took their turn stuffing her ass...

Time stretched on. Lois panted in between each new slit presented to her face. Each one was different in size, color, shape and taste. Sometimes the stubble of a shaved labia scraped against her cheeks...other times the labia would be huge and dangling...or the clit would be hidden in a little cave until she sucked on it and coaxed it out...and the heat in her ass grew and grew, Valeria never letting it close even for an instant, her butt so sore and stretched far beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Yet what kept Lois there was curiosity. For with every load of that **** dumped into her ass, the head would spread out throughout her body...and Lois would get a little bit thicker. Not a lot...not hugely...but she could feel her small, palmable tits start to hang and flop against Valeria's thigh. Feel those fingers sink into the meat of what had once been a trim and boyish ass. Rub her thighs together in a way that would have been impossible when she walked into this club hours ago.

Yet it was dizzy and exhausting. By the time the last woman had taken her turn, Lois Lane's jaw was numb. Her tits hung down, floppy with sweat. Her ass was a burning ring of fire. She felt heavy and nauseous, and her poor neglected pussy yearned for a tongue, a finger, a cock...anything. Lois Lane had been fucked half to ****, and she hadn't cum once.

"She takes it well," a familiar voice said. Lois knew by that strange accent that it was Blaze. "Valeria. Why don't you take a turn? She should be loose enough now that you can use your tool."

"Si, maestra," Valeria said as she eased the reporter off of her lap.

Lois Lane slunk down to the floor of the shower, her tits and face against the warm tile, her ass in the air. For the first time in forever, neither strap-on or fingers held her ass open, and the raw, red orifice closed. The reporter panted, unable to move from her obscene position...but she managed to open one eye and turn her head, curious to see what Valeria's strap-on looked like.