Give Angelica A Boozy Blowjob

Lois Lane stared down at the half-hard dick that stood up between her thighs. Still wet and shiny from her pussy. Her stomach roiled a little as the mix of booze and sperm filled her poor tummy almost to bursting. The rush of **** to her head made her dizzy, and she sat there on Angelica's lap, her body hot, and tried to focus on her breathing—in through her nose, out through her mouth—and stared cross-eyed at that cock.

The drunken reporter pressed her pale thighs together. The heat of that fat piece of fuckmeat felt good between her thighs. Her stomach roiled, but Lois rubbed her thighs together, fascinated as the cock twisted this way and that. Got bigger and stiffer until it stood tall and proud, angled back toward her aching, sticky pussy and...

On impulse, Lois lurched forward. She half-toppled from the dickgirl's lap, and Angie leaned forward to catch her arms, but the reporter grabbed the edge of the table and carefully turned around.

"It's okay! I'm okay, I'm okay...I'm...oh...fuck. Wow," Lois said as she settled onto her knees, ass on her heels. Even then, she swayed a little, but the tip of the cock almost touched her chin. The smell of it was heady. Lois could feel herself drip onto the floor. Her stomach lurched again, and Lois tasted bile, but she **** it back down, swallowed hard...and licked her lips.

"Hey big guy," she said softly to the big cock. One hand wrested on Angelica's knee, and the other rubbed the dick near the base. Her thumb ground into that swollen spot where shaft met scrotum like she would scritch behind a dog's ear. "You made me feel really. Good. Reaaaallly good. Better than I've felt in a long time. You made so many tasty cummies for me, didn't you?"

It was as though the whole outside world had faded away. Lois didn't care who saw her, naked and on her knees, as jizz dripped out of her pussy, talking to a cock like it was a particularly adorable cocker spaniel. Nor could she see the expression on Blaze's face, at once utterly confused and yet strangely curious what the reporter would do next.

"I'll bet you didn't know," Lois confessed to the dick. "That I love sucking cock. I do. It's something I'm really good at. Even when I don't have a boyfriend, I make sure to get in lots of practice. And I...want to practice something on you..."

The drunk woman pressed her lips to the back of the glans and tasted her own pussy. The salty, scummy mix of their juices that clung to the swollen flesh. Her mouth opened and her tongue lolled out to lick that turgid flesh. Let her lips play over the drooling tip. Closed her mouth around the side of the shaft and ran it up and down, from the sweaty sack to the salty tip. Lois Lane's hand dropped from the dickgirl's knee to run down her sweaty, beer-and-cum-stained body, down to her aching, dripping cunt. Squeezed two fingers past her netherlips and curled the tips so that when she raised her mouth to engulf the rubbery helmet she moaned, the whole of Blaze's cock throbbing with the deep sound of her drunken need for something more.

The only question was what Blaze had to give her.