Lose Control

The moment...the very moment...that Lois Lane slid her velvet-soft slit onto the demon's hard rod, she felt her knees go weak. It had been too long since she had a dick, her body was too hot, the need burning inside of her. The cock slid in perfectly, hitting all the right spots, and before Lois knew it her ass was grinding into Blaze's crotch, and it was all the way in.

Lois panted like a bitch in heat. Her head was swimming, hard to think. Her pussy felt so good she was almost afraid to move...but her hips were jerking on their own. Little mewls of pure delight passed her lips as her brain felt like it would melt, rubbing her cunny on the proud prick, feeling the swollen head scrape over her g-spot, the cock so hot and stiff she could feel the heat radiating out from her love tunnel.

Wet, squelching noises met her ears as she picked up the pace, along with the slap-slap-slap of flesh meeting flesh. Lois didn't even try to hold back the animalistic sounds emerging from her throat as she began to lose herself in the rut, moving faster and faster, her sloppy cocksocket feeling better and better.

She reached down between her legs, twiddling her clit with one hand as her other came up to grope her tit. Her tongue lolled out, and for a while Lois Lane simply stopped thinking, body moving on instinct, gash squeezing and milking the demonic dong inside of her.

When her knees could stand it no longer the reporter fell forward, off the cock. Ass in the air, face in the carpet, cunt spasming on the open air, trying to find its way back to the hard dicking it had just enjoyed.

"You put on a good act," Blaze hissed. "But underneath all that bluster, you're just a needy little whore."

Lois Lane didn't hear her. She was rubbing herself furiously, so close to cumming, so close but she needed more...and Blaze, now indisputably in control, was prepared to give it to her.