No, Lois Wants To Feel That Giant Tongue In Her Cunt

The first time Lois Lane had been French-kissed, the young man she'd been with had pressed his tongue as far into her mouth as he could. Lois had been so taken aback at the suddenness of his intrusion, she didn't slap him until it felt like he was checking on her tonsils. The same young man had done his penance in between her legs—and that was a first too—had been...shy. Hesitant. Unable to conceive of how or where to lick.

Blaze, however, was as bold and eager down below as that first lover had been when he had tried to **** her throat. The dickgirl slid her thumbs into the reporter's labia and spread them wide...uncomfortably wide...and then the tip of that long tongue, soft and flat and floppy as a dog's, slid into her channel, and began to push forward. Lois had heard of how an octopus could compress its soft body to squeeze through tight openings, and that's what it felt like now...like the hot, wet meat was sliding into the reporter's every nook and cranny of her cunt, the tongue seemingly endless, the pressure building on the walls, every single part of her filled up and touched at once.

"Oh...oh G-great Caesar's G-ghost..." Lois moaned.

It was hard to process. A finger, a dick, a dildo—they all took up a certain amount of volume, but it wasn't like a pussy was just a cock-shaped sleeve. It was tight at the front and when Lois was sexually excited her cervix drew up and there was more space at the back, and no dick, no matter how big, could ever fill all of that space.

Blaze's tongue did.

The dickgirl's eyes seemed to glow as she flexed her tongue, the reporter shaking as the pressure increased on every part of her pussy at once. The delicate tip seemed to flutter and lick at her cervix inside, a sensation that made the lump of old sperm in the reporter's stomach roil as her spine stiffened and her abdomen seemed to heat up. Lois could feel the dickgirl's pulse through the impossible meat packing her pussy, a constant, insistent throb that made her lightheaded.

Are you ready? Blaze's voice echoed inside the reporter's head. Do you want to be fucked?

Lois Lane, stuffed beyond all reason, took a moment to respond.