Lois Makes Blaze Cum

"I'm not wearing a condom," Lois Lane whispered, as she kissed the demon's neck. She held just the tip of the cock inside of Blaze's burning slit, the soft pads of the reporter's fingers slowly circling the scarlet succubus' stiff little clit. Her other hand remained buried in the demon's hair, pulling Blaze back to writhe on top of the reporter. Strong as the demon was, she could easily have pulled away...but Lois kept whispering.

"You don't get to make love much, do you?" Lois said, as Blaze gasped, pushing her ass back into the reporter's crotch, squeezing her vaginal muscles around the dick, trying to get more of it inside of her, find a rhythm.

"Shut up and screw!" The demon said, roughly.

"I think you like it," Lois kept on, kissing the corner of Blaze's mouth, feeling the instinctive flick of her tongue. "You like it gentle. Like to be pampered. Like the danger. Your cunt feels so good around my cock. Is it a risky day for you?"

Blaze found herself panting, breasts heaving. This wasn't how it was supposed to go...she was supposed to be milking this cock, not, not...

"You like to be fucked," Lois kept on, moving her hips more now, pushing her dick deeper inside of the demon's crimson cleft. "There's nothing wrong with that. I'll be you want to feel my cum inside you. It's going to be a huge load. I can feel the pressure building. All those millions of sperm, wanting desperately to find an egg. **** that **** little egg. Can you imagine it? You might just get...knocked...up..."

The demon's brain was on fire as she turned her head. Their lips met, tongues tangling. At the first body-wide quiver, Blaze knew she had lost...she moaned like a whore into Lois Lane's mouth as the demon's hips moved on their own, cunt muscles squeezing tight, thighs tense, toes curling, her hands grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as she sought to draw more of that dick inside of her...not because she could win, no, she had already lost...

...but Blaze wanted a consolation prize.