Doggy Style

Lois Lane took a deep breath. Her whole life had led to this moment. She had already won. Now, she had a cock. And an insatiable demon that couldn't get enough of it. The reporter had saved the day, and now what she wanted to do with the rest of her night out was hers. It was time to make the most of it.

"Alright you beautiful bitch," Lois said with as much confidence as she could muster. "On your hands and knees and lift that ass up. I'm going to fuck that cunt hard and deep until your scream."

It was bold. Stupid. Arrogant. The kind of absolute chad nonsense that Lois Lane heard from the university frat boys that couldn't go three strokes before exploding in their condoms. Yet Lois Lane's cock felt hard, and the reporter herself felt oddly energized and excited.

All the more so when Blaze obediently assumed the position.

"Don't get too cocky, sweetmeat," Blaze said, turning her face so that one cheek rested against the bed. She waggled her perfect crimson ass in the air, pussy clamping tight to let rivulets of juice and cum ooze out onto the sheets. "If I wasn't gagging for it I'd go out and find a real man to fuck me, not some jumped-up chick with a dick."

Lois snorted as she crawled into place behind Blaze. Stiff prick in hand, she slapped it against the wet pussy. It was all a game...and that made it even more exciting. Because it was a game Lois couldn't lose.

"Oh? You want to make another bet, cocksocket?" Lois said. "How about if I make you cum tonight, you let me fuck you all weekend?"

Blaze sneered. "Make me cum, sweetmeat, and you can fuck me for a year!"

"Deal," Lois said, as she pressed her head back against that hot, wet slit. It shouldn't be a problem...after all, she had made Blaze cum once before...