Nope—Cum Shoots Out Of Lois Lane's Nose

Lois Lane was not a slut, but she was a woman of the world. She had her share of boyfriends, and was no stranger to the taste of cum, even though the long months of her unintended abstinence before tonight had maybe made the memory a little dim. Still, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter prided herself on being one of those women who would swallow...after all, how much cum could Blaze possibly manage? The most any man she'd ever been with had pumped out was a tablespoon or so.

Except Blaze was no man.

"UrrrrggggaaaaAAAAH!"

The cum spurted out of the demon's dickhole as a solid black stream, like a beer keg suddenly tapped. Lois coughed and choked, but kept her lips sealed around the head of the Satanic schlong...and then she tasted it. Normal semen was bitter, often sticky, sometimes with a heady aroma like an overripe cheese...and Lois had tasted this before, she realized, in the cocktails she had slurped down earlier in the night, and now the reporter realized what the secret ingredient XXX really was.

Yet that secret ingredient had been diluted, stale, a mere shadow of the raw material that continued to flood through the demon's throbbing prick...and Blaze's hips bucked as Lois Lane's foot crushed the demon's prostate, forcing the cock deeper, and though Lois struggled to swallow the fountaining seed...there was too much.

The reporter gagged.

Lois lips remained sealed, but her eyes immediately teared as her airway became clogged. She coughed with her mouth full of dick, trying to dislodge gobs of black jism, and with nowhere else to go, the terrible Satanic semen flooded through the odd cavities of her skull...until, with a **** wheeze, the demonic jizz poured out of the reporter's nostrils.

Her whole head seemed to burn as the hot, salty goo flooded out over her upper lip, struggling alternately to swallow and expel the dickgirl's goo, bubbles of stale air fighting out from her straining lungs...and it took Lois a few moments, as Blaze finished firing ever semi-liquid salvo into the reporter's mouth, before the reporter could cough, hack, and swallow her way to panting exhaustion.

Yet despite the tears streaming from her eyes, the burning in her nose and sinuses, the black pearls that oozed out of her nostrils and dribbled down the side of her mouth and sat in her stomach like a great load of liquid lead, Lois Lane smiled.

Because she had won.