Lois Tells Her She Can't Cum Inside, It's A Dangerous Day

The reporter's lips were free...her mouth empty...and the words just spilled out. Even as she said them, Lois felt a terrible pit open in her stomach, sure she had just said the exact wrong thing, and now Blaze was going to shove her cock right back in her mouth and piss down her throat.

Except a heartbeat passed, and then another.

"So..." Angelica Blaze said. "...if I don't cum in you, I can fuck your pussy?"

Lois couldn't see the dickgirl, could barely hear her. She was boiling inside her latex shell, the whole thing clamping so tight around her, actually panting and gulping down air...and her pussy felt absolutely swamped. Yet she didn't dare hesitate long...she already felt light-headed, muscles clamping, and claustrophobia was setting in. She felt like she was cocooned alive.

"I don't...I don't suppose you have a condom?" Lois asked. "Some sort of protection?"

There was another pause. A distant drumming resonated through her skull, and Lois realized that Blaze was tapping her fingers against the bound woman's latex shell.

"A layer of latex between us?" Blaze said. "Yes, I think I can manage that. Try to move your fingers to spread your pussy wide."

Not without a degree of trepidation, Lois tried to move her fingers. It was hard...there wasn't much space inside the latex shell, and the reporter winced as she had to press and squeeze her fingers into position...and then she felt something press against the entrance of her hole, sliding against her fingers...and Lois gasped as she was penetrated.