Nope, Blaze Wakes Up Hard And Ready To Go

Lois was reaching out, slowly shifting herself off the bed when she felt the cock stiffen. The reporter froze, listening intently for the slow, soft rhythm of Blaze's breathing...and instead felt those arms move forward, cupping her palmable tits. The cock drew back. Lois breathed a momentary sigh of relief, **** as she was for a pee. Maybe she could get out of this without...

The head of the cock pressed back in, the demon's hands pulling Lois back onto the rigid red member. A hot tongue licked at the reporter's neck, lips locking against her shoulder, just the barest hint of teeth.

"Please..." Lois said. Desperately, she reached for any excuse. "...I've got work in the morning! I have to get up in a couple of hours! I have to pee."

"Hold it," Blaze said, her voice sleepy, half-purring. "I'll be quick. Then you can pee."

The reporter thought of making some complaint, to try and twist out of that grasp...and then Blaze rolled over, so that the reporter was half-hanging off the bed, having to support her upper body with her palms against the floor, legs spread wide on the bed...and the demonic dickgirl sighed as she shoved her cock in that fraction of an inch deeper that the position entailed, and began a hurried, frenzied humping, the reporter's tits caught between her palms...and it was all that Lois could do to hold them both up and not go tumbling off the bed in the darkness.

I've seen dogs fuck pillows like this, the reporter thought. Her vaginal muscles clamped tight against the pistoning prick, her desperation in trying not to piss herself lent added tightness around the demon's swollen morning wood. And never thought about how the pillow felt about the matter.

This pillow huffed as her traitorous body was pummeled into sexual excitement. The hardy thrusts threatened to shake the pee right out of her bladder, but they were also warming up her sleepy muscles, her sex-sore hips and thighs and ass gearing up for the day. The reporter knew there was no way she was getting back to sleep after this. She'd be up all the rest of the night...

"Urf!" Blaze growled, and Lois Lane knew by the way her pussy suddenly felt extra wet, that the demon had just spent another burst of jizz into her sticky tunnel. The reporter sighed into the darkness, feeling the blush on her face. As much as she desperately needed to pee, she was now sexually excited...and wondered if maybe Blaze would be ready for a second round.

The scarlet succubus' hands slipped away from her breasts, and Lois heard her collapse back onto the bed, her dick slipping out. Automatically, Lois raised her ass and pressed one hand between her legs, trying not to get too much on the sheets. She'd have to wash them anyway, but she had no intention of trying to sleep in the wet spot if she could help it.

What am I thinking? The reporter thought as she half-crawled off the bed, pulled herself to her feet, and staggered into the bathroom.

On the toilet, she let loose a high-pressure stream that burned so hard she could have died happy at that moment. Everything she'd drank last night seemed determined to exit out of her...and on top of that she could feel the goo that Blaze had pumped into her cunt dripping out.

After a few long minutes, nature's call was answered, and Lois busied herself with cleaning up Blaze's mess, using wads of toilet tissue to wipe cum old and new away out of her pussy. Her mind turned to the Plan B...her other reason for coming in here.

Should I take it now...or go see if Blaze is up for round 2? Lois thought. I mean, it shouldn't matter either way, right?