Lois Lane Wants More Of Blaze's Cum

There was a hungry, calculating look in the reporter's eye. Blaze, on the bed, smirked and waved her half-limp cock back and forth. The reporter's eyes followed it as she drew closer...dropped down on her hands and knees to let her mouth and tongue slide down the length of the red beast that had just been in her ass...to suck on the heavy huevos that hung beneath that Satanic prick. As Lois clung to the demon's knees and nuzzled those balls, her tongue scraping the underside of the demon's sweaty scrotum, the reporter couldn't stop squeezing her swollen ass muscles.

She liked having a big ass. Wanted it. Needed it. As much as she wanted and needed Blaze's cock inside of it.

"What a sight you are, Lois Lane," Blaze said as the reporter came up for air, her tongue sliding along the sensitive underside of the scarlet schlong, rubbing her small tits against the big dick as she cleaned the scum around the underside of the flared glans. "You came to my club tonight to find the missing women, and where did your curiosity lead you? Right onto my dick. Tell me what you want."

"You said," Lois said, as she pushed herself up onto the bed, knees sliding in place on either side of Blaze, the cock sticking up now, and Lois rubbing it against her flat stomach. "That an overdose could make my booty permanent. I...want that. I want this. I want your cum, inside me, now!"

The admission came so easily from her lips...and black lightning crackled between the demon's horns like an infernal Jacob's ladder.

"I could order you to do suck it out," Blaze whispered. "I could order you out onto the balcony, naked, so scream like a slut as I fucked your ass before all of Metropolis. Drop by black drop, you have been falling deeper and deeper into addiction...and now you're so suggestible that there is almost nothing you wouldn't do. Why, if I told you to stop, what would you say?"

The reporter stiffened as though she had been shot. Her whole body froze, and for a moment she couldn't even breathe. The demon raised her arms above her head, intertwined her fingers, and placed them behind her. Those great white eyes closed.

"I'm not telling you to stop, though. I'm just making you aware...how utterly you have fucked yourself. Now, if you want my cum so that you get that big ass you crave, get on my pole and fuck yourself as long as you can you lazy bitch."

She didn't have to tell Lois twice. Even if the reporter could muster the willpower to resist, her body was already moving of its own accord. Lois Lane shook like a junkie as she positioned the tip of that cock against her ass, once so tight and small, and now the prick sank into easily, barely any pain or discomfort as the reporter pushed down and swallowed that scarlet shaft. All the way down to the base where her buttocks touched the balls...and suddenly, as her hips started moving, Lois realized she couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. Blaze had told her to fuck her as long as she could...and the reporter was about to find out what kind of sexual endurance she really had.