Not Really

Lois sighed. "I mean, I know I should, but the idea of this just being some sort of kinky sex hook-up lifestyle thing is...underwhelming."

The reporter turned to Blaze. "How do you know about this board anyway?"

Angelica blushed. "I'm not...really up on dating apps and things."

"So you've...used these women? Like you did me?" Lois pressed.

"No! I mean, yeah, I've...had a few dates? If you can call them dates. But you're the first one I've really gotten a chance to get..." The dickgirl stared at her shoes. "You're the first one that I was hoping we might...see where this goes."

Lois raised an eyebrow. "You want this to be more than just casual sex with a side of impregnation?"

"Yes!" Blaze grinned. "I mean...if you...want to. Plus, y'know, baby."

The reporter chewed on that for a bit. It had been a long time since she had been...pursued. That felt nice. The whole pregnancy thing felt like a weird fetish at this point...but honestly, not an unpleasant one. At least it didn't involve poop or anything really kinky.

Then there was all the unspoken stuff...Blaze being a dickgirl, the jet black cum, filling Lois up to the brim. Superhuman, beyond a doubt. In fact, this might be a more interesting story than four missing women who had gone off to live the life of casual fuck-buddies.

"We'll talk about it," she promised. "Right now...I think I want to know more about you."