Pour A Sip In Lois' Pussy

Unscrewing the cap, Constantine pressed his fingers against the reporter's labia.

"Hey!" Lois Lane yelled, suddenly flustered. His fingers were just inside her outer labia, and were spreading them open, revealing the entrance to her vagina.

"Stiff upper lip, love," Constantine said, totally focused on his task. He carefully lowered his flask. "And keep your hips up, we want it to get all the way in the back."

This is stupid, Lois told herself as she lifted her hips off the bed, reaching for a pillow to stuff under her ass. I can't believe I'm letting this smarmy British asshole...

The hard metal of the flask pressed against her inner lips. Something cold trickled into her pussy, between his outstretched fingers, dribbling down into her channel...and almost immediately it began to burn.

Lois hissed in sudden agony, fighting against instinct to keep her thighs open. I felt like he had poured acid straight into her open cunt, and her body entered fight-or-flight mode, breathing heavily, a hard pressure on her chest as her entire vaginal canal seemed to be set on fire, a burning liquid line deep down inside her.

The pillow actually made it worse. The little dribble of pain flowed straight down to the end of her vagina, pooling at the entrance to her womb. Lois could feel it sitting there, an unpleasant heat emanating out from the very core of her being. She wanted to stand up and stick her pussy under the faucet, to wash the horrible burning stuff away...

But if it's burning, does that mean Constantine is right? She shuddered, body and mind increasingly agitated as the heat spread out, pussy feeling like rubbing **** poured into a cut. If so, I daren't do anything but...just take it.

"All right you cunt," Constantine managed, and it took Lois a moment to realize he was speaking to the "demon" inside of her pussy and not her genitalia. "You like that? You want some more? Get yer sorry arse out now or I'll give you the whole flask!"

For the first time in a very long time, Lois muttered a little prayer. Hoping that whatever was in her would just fucking vacate the premises. Because she wasn't sure she could handle any more of what was in the British magician's flask.