No—Lois Just Peed Herself In Her Excitement

Lois Lane froze in stone cold embarrassment. There had been times in her life when she had been railed silly. Times when she had been so aroused that she had almost pissed herself in sheer excitement. Only this time, there was no "almost."

Angelica Blaze looked down. Now that Lois had accidentally released, she could almost feel the throb of that fat cock press against her poor bladder. Red-faced with shame, Lois muttered an apology, tried to rise...she'd slide down, pee, and then wipe herself with a handkerchief and...

The dickgirl grinned savagely. One hand pressed against Lois Lane's breast, to pin the reporter against the rock. The other slid down to her abdomen...down past her navel...down to just above her mons.

"You dirty girl," Blaze said. "Did you have a little accident?"

"Just...just let me go pee..." Lois said.

"Oh? You want to pee?" Blaze's smile grew positively wicked. "I can help you with that."

Before Lois could object, Blaze pressed down on her abdomen—and the sudden pressure on her bladder was almost painful. The reporter grit her teeth as a thin, clear trickle leaked out of her urethra around the thick cock that plugged her tight—and Blaze began to laugh as she pressed harder.