Extending The Latex Shell Into Lois Lane's Pussy

Lois Lane wasn't sure how big Blaze's cock was, exactly. Bigger than average, she was sure. Her jaw ached still. Yet as she felt it rub against her...she could feel the size of it, massive from her perspective, press against the latex...and the latex extended forward. Slowly...achingly...irresistibly. Trapped inside the shell, cooking in her own juices, Lois felt the thick black material ooze forward, spreading her cunt apart. She couldn't see how it formed to mold itself...creating a latex pocket shaped like her pussy.

The latex mold held her cunt agape, a vast tunnel unable to close. It progressed forward and pushed outward, and within moments Lois thought she was at the limits of her endurance...but it kept going, and going, until she gagged, muscles squeezing futility against the thick latex plug. It felt as though a traffic cone had been shoved up inside of her...or maybe a bowling pin. There wasn't even room to wiggle against this new ****.

Then the cock slid in.

Lois could feel it, even through the layers of latex. She had seen, on the internet, those penis-extenders that some men used when they were feeling inadequate. Or those pocket pussies and fleshlights. Fake vaginas that men could just slide their dicks into when they couldn't get a real woman.

That's what you've become, Lane, Lois told herself. A sex toy. She's not even really fucking you. She's fucking a latex pocket in your pussy. Like you were just holding a fleshlight for her.

The latex creaked as Blaze slid her cock in and out of its latex pussy. It felt just as the dickgirl imagined the reporter's would...except it wasn't. Not alive, not as warm. The latex gripped at her skin, and as hard as she pushed, and as much as she could hear the soft moans come from the trapped reporter's mouth...the dickgirl felt the rising frustration at the distance between them. The depth of the latex skin...

"You like that, slut?" Blaze hissed. "I'm going to blow my fucking load deep inside your cunt! Too bad you won't feel it! All that hot jizz is just going to go to waste. Maybe I'll even keep the mold so I can fuck you later...a nice pussy that won't get old and baggy."

The words rankled at the reporter...as Blaze knew they would. And in her mind, Lois wondered how to best respond.