Frottage

This was a bad idea, Lois thought.

The reporter was on her hands and knees, her robe hitched up over her waist, thighs wet with baby oil. Angelica Blaze was on her knees behind her, feeding that length cock between the top of Lois Lane's thighs. The hot, hard meat felt weird as it rubbed against her pussy...and Lois bit her lip as the rubbery glans kissed her clit. Lois was suddenly glad that she was facing away from Blaze, so that the dickgirl couldn't see the reporter's face flush.

"Sorry I didn't have a condom," Angelica said, her tone apologetic. "Is this okay?"

"It's fine," Lois lied. "Go nuts. Get your rocks off."

The cock began to move. Pushing through the reporter's thighs. Rubbing against her slit. Lois Lane couldn't remember the last time she had done this—university, probably. She'd dealt with more than one drunken frat boy by letting him use her thighs. It had always felt weirdly demeaning to her, the way that the men just used her to cum, as if she was just some sex toy. Now here she was again, a grown woman, bent over and letting that hard shaft rub and rub against her.

That was the worst part. Angelica's cockhead was catching her clit every time. She could hear the dickgirl's breathing deepen as she sped up, but the faster she went, the more that rubbery flange hit Lois Lane's spot. The reporter could feel the heat build in her body, the little surges of pleasure building her sense of anticipation. The humping seemed endless, interminable...and Lois wondered how long it was going to last.

"Hey," Angelica said. "Can I...touch you?"

Lois chewed the thought over. Maybe it would get this over with sooner.

"No penetration," she said. "But fine, go ahead."

Almost timidly, hands grabbed the reporter's hips. Lois curled her fingers into her palms, trying to stay still as Blaze pushed faster and harder, the oil dripping down her thighs, the heat building up in her legs and crotch. Except the hands didn't stay there. They began to rub her ass in small circles, then reached down to rub the front of Lois Lane's thighs...and the reporter heard her own breath coming in little gasps as the relentless dick kept plunging away.

Lois still wasn't prepared when Angelica's hands suddenly cupped the reporter's chest, squeezing the small titties with their stiff nipples...and Lois gave an audible moan.

"I don't...think this is working," Angelica whispered in her ear. "Maybe if I..."