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Chapter 17 by Zeebop Zeebop

How Does Lois Get Hard?

Watch Some Porn Together

"'Covid Cuntlickers,'" Lois Lane read from the menu. "'Plague Zombie Hookers,' 'Cum On My Mask And Make Me Breathe Your Spunk'...are any of these of interest?"

The demon Blaze frowned at the pay-per-view menu on screen. Her left hand rubbed some of the reporter's white spunk over her clit.

"These are...erotic books?" The scarlet succubus said, the forehead furrowed between her dark horns.

"Movies. Streaming, technically. The internet is made for porn. Has to be something we can both masturbate to," Lois said.

Blaze's frown deepened. "I can never keep up with this technology. Choose whatever you like! I will jill my clit to whatever you choose, and with that our contest will begin anew."

Lois Lane rolled her eyes...and then she saw the perfect item. "Trans-Sylvania."

Which is the now-feminine demon and the dickgirl reporter ended up side-by-side on the bed, caught in a masturbation contest as transsexual pornstars with plastic fangs seduced and ultimately conquered a succession of men from gay male central casting.

The demon's pure-white eyes locked on the screen, her legs splayed out in front of her, pillows stacked up behind her back. Red fingers rubbed at her cum-filled cunny...and right next to her, their thighs touching, was the naked reporter. Lois stroked her cock to hardness...and that was strange, now that she had time to think about it. While the scarlet succubus was locked on the screen, plastic fangs sliding along hard dicks in terrible blowjobs, Lois looked down at where the cock emerged from her body. Amazed at how she could feel every part of it, and feel her own fingers on it.

The prick looked like it had been there always, as if her pussy had just been a dream...yet the rest of the reporter's body still looked like a woman's. The small palmful breasts with their pink nipples hung on her chest; the pale skin was smooth and not hairy, her hips flared and feminine. Yet standing out straight and tall, her thumb teasing the rubbery glans, was a cock...a real cock...her cock...

Only a growl from the demon at her elbow broke the reporter out of her reverie.

What is Blaze's problem?

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