Make Blaze Cum

Fire flushed through the reporter at the shemale's terse, mocking whisper. It was one thing to make her want to be fucked, to make her beg and plead for her cum...but to suggest that she wasn't up for it? Cold anger washed away what few sexual scruples Lois had left. In half a moment she had a plan—and enacted it.

On shaky legs, Lois nearly stood up on the toilet, until only the tip of her lover's cock was inside of her. She turned to face the great, smug bitch, then sat down heavily on that cock, so that they rested there, tit to tit, joined at the crotch. The reporter kept a complete poker face, staring Blaze in the eye coldly as the shemale gave her a playful hump...

Lois grabbed the back of Blaze's head with her left hand, and drew her lover's mouth down to her own. The shemale responded with surprise, and then enthusiasm as Lois' warm tongue sought out her generous mouth. Slowly Angelica's arms closed around her lover in a fierce hug, lost for a moment in the passion of the kiss, the mashing of lips, the taste of her...

...and then she felt the reporter's right hand slipping down, over those taut balls, to feel a finger circle gently around the shemale's anus. Blaze's dark eyes flew open wide with surprise...and stared straight into Lois' own cold purple stare, as the reporter's finger pressed home.

A noise like a hiccup came through Blaze's throat, and Lois tasted sulfur and the dregs of old wine, that great cock stiffening slightly inside of her. Careless of her lover's pleasure, the reporter explored the impossibly hot depths beyond Blaze's ringpiece, the squishy tunnel tightening so much on her finger that it hurt...and then she prodded something hard, like an oyster that had swallowed a walnut.

Blaze's eyes widened. Lois broke the kiss with a smile. "Give me my baby," she whispered, then clamped as hard as she could on the shemale's cock and pressed with all her strength against the swollen prostate.

It wasn't like a normal ejaculation, a few ropes of sticky semen and then the rapidly-softening prick would fall out of her. This was like pissing through an erection: a high-pressure hose of sperm, millions of tadpoles seeking desperately for her egg.

It didn't stop.

Blaze growled, hugging Lois painfully tight as the eruption continued. It lasted for minutes. Blaze never stopped, just held her close. Lois **** herself to breathe, letting her lover hold her up as she sagged in her lap, knowing that with her orgasm, the mouth of her womb would descend, the membrane would become more permeable...and so much of that splooge would swim deep where no jism had gone before. She hoped, really hoped, that at least one of them would find their mark.