Lois Says Yes

It would have been harder to say no.

That's what Lois Lane told herself as she felt the fat cock slam deep inside her. Except she knew it wasn't just the money and the information that made her decision, as much as she wished that this was just about being a good reporter and helping to bring justice to people.

Lois braced herself against the desk, pussy squeezing tight as Angelica Blaze withdrew her insatiable cock, ready to batter the reporter's womb into submission. Their pants and gasps filled the room now as the dickgirl plowed her pussy good and hard. Squeezed between a rock-hard prick and an immovable piece of furniture, Lois felt momentarily trapped...but if that was the price she had to pay, then that was what she would do.

Because deep down, Lois knew she wanted this. Wanted to be fucked like an expensive whore, wanted to be used. She didn't really care if Blaze did breed her, because...she needed this cock. Had missed sex for so long. The money and the information were just icing on the cake—or, maybe, the cream pie. Because Lois Lane already knew how this night would end...and, hopefully, many nights to come.

Blaze grabbed the back of Lois Lane's head and pressed the reporter into the desk, Lois Lane's face squished against the folder full of incriminating evidence as the dickgirl entered an agonizingly rough jackhammering of the poor pussy. The balls slapped against the reporter's cunt with maniacal fury as Blaze slam-fucked the reporter so hard that Lois could feel her thighs bruise against the hard edge of the desk, her clit pressed painfully against the wood...

Lois Lane shrieked and cried as her body shuddered and spasmed. Pussy juice spurted out around the hard cock that threatened to split her cunt in two and dribbled down the reporter's legs...and then and only then, as Lois whimpered in the aftermath of her sudden climax, did the dickgirl pump another hot, virile load into the fertile depths of Lois Lane's dripping cunt.

Breathing heavily, Angelica Blaz pulled out. Lois stayed on the desk, her knees a bit weak, spunk spilling down her thighs.

"Don't wipe yourself until you get home," Blaze ordered. "I want your pussy to be a mess for the rest of the night. To smell like my cum."

Lois winced at the image, but what she said was: "Yes."

"I'm so glad," Angelica said. "That we could be reasonable about this. In fact, I think perhaps we should commemorate your new-found agreeableness. How would you feel about getting a tattoo to mark the occasion?"

Lois Lane swallowed hard. Finding her feet beneath her, she gathered the folder to her chest. This is what it cost.

"Yes."