Masturbate In The Shower

As an investigative reporter, Lois Lane was used to making snap decisions. She had been following her gut all night—and rather than finding out what she wanted to know, she had ended up getting fucked and creampied by one of Superman's direst enemies, breaking the reporter's long sexual dry spell. Staring at the crimson cock Blaze had left behind, Lois knew there was no taking back the bad decisions she had made...

...so she might as well enjoy the consequences.

Hot water poured from the showerhead, cutting through the grime of the night. Lois Lane pushed the demonic dildo's suction cup against the white wall, chewing her lip in anticipation. It had been a long time since she'd done anything like this. Work had taken up too much of her time lately to think of pleasuring herself in the shower, much less investing in a thick chunk of ultrarealistic silicone like this one. Perhaps it was just the reporter's imagination that the skin felt warm to her touch, but she enjoyed the way the balls hung low, water dripping off the scrotal sack.

A nice, long pussy-pleasing session to clear my mind, Lois thought to herself. Reset my brain. Think of my next move. Those women...Blaze had to be lying. I have to help them, somehow.

Lois spread her labia with her fingers, Blaze's baby batter oozing out...but Lois didn't think about that as she bent her knees and raised her ass, slipping the cock into her pussy, the water splashing over her back. Without need to hold back, Lois let out a soft groan as she eased her sore pussy backward. The dildo was as thick as Blaze had been, a snug fit, but Lois was all stretched out and lubed up now, and it filled her just the way she liked. Like most women, Lois couldn't get off just from penetration alone, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy it.

Steam filled the tight space as Lois **** herself backward. She wanted to feel those balls press against her labia. Wanted to bottom out on this cock, which would never go soft on her. A shiver went up her spine as she pressed her arms against the opposite wall, and the cock pushed in deep.

Back and forth, Lois Lane in control. Feeling the silicone glans scrape against her g-spot. eyes closed, wet hair hanging in her face, pussy squelching. She found her groove...the pace where the cock slid in and out of her nice and easy, rubbing against all of her spots, the heat and anticipation building inside of her even as the stress drained out of her muscles. Her breath came in hot, wet gasps as she sped up a little, cunt sore but throbbing with need, and words spilled out of her lips as she squeezed her eyes tight, imagining the monster fucking her...

"Fuck it...do it...cum for me Blaze...paint my fucking womb...I want to feel a fucking gusher in my cunt...ah!"

The brain is the most powerful erogenous zone, and the reporter's overactive imagination pushed her over the head. she fell down in the shower, more of Blaze's black seed gushing out of her cunt, the crimson cock stuck on the wall, coated in semen...the smell of it filled the shower, and Lois Lane's hand jammed between her legs, desperately jilling her clit as she rode the climax, thighs shuddering, toes curling, the water washing all the foul corruption oozing out of her body down the drain.

Until Lois knelt there, panting, spent....and suddenly, she knew what to do.