No Risk of Pregnancy

Blaze slipped her thumb into the reporter's pussy. Lois couldn't repress a little squeal.

"If I came in this hole...this cunt...I could knock you the fuck up," the dickgirl said, her thumb sliding in deeper, until she could squeeze the reporter's clitoris with her hand.

"If I fucked your ass, I could hurt you," the cock lurched forward, and Lois squealed again. She wasn't sure where the end of her new fuckhole was, inside of her, but she felt stretched and filled to her absolute limit.

"But this hole...this hole just ends in a little pocket. No womb. No sensitive anus to tear. I can fuck and cum in this hole all night, and all you'll feel is my hot cum leaking out of you for the next day and a half."

The dickgirl pulled at her cunt, and Lois Lane's hips lurched forward. It felt like Blaze's thumb was pressing right on her g-spot, and just like that, the bound reporter was already at her limit, body shaking and ready to go off like fireworks.

"Is that what you want, slut?" Angelica hissed the last word. "You want me to pump your third hole full of cum? You want me to do it all night long? You want to feel my hot fucking spunk inside of you tomorrow, your panties a wet, nasty mess?"

Lois could sense the dickgirl leaning over her. Feel her hot breath in her ear. Cheek pressed to cheek.

"Or do you want me to pump all that spunk in your fertile cunt, and take the chance that you get knocked up like some horny little cheerleader on prom night?"