Alice Goes For A Ride

"Shit yeah. Gonna get my milf on!" Alice hiked up her skirt. There were no panties underneath, and the barely-legal teen's muff was shaved smooth and shiny.

Lois opened her mouth, tongue lolling out...and out. The now-demonic reporter felt the long pink organ slip past her chin. Her nostrils flared, breathing in the young woman's scent.

A sudden pressure gripped the reporter's head, guiding her mouth to the young woman's snatch. Lois looked up at Alice, who was grabbing the reporter's newly grown horns.

"C'mon, girl. You know you want some of this fresh cherry pie. Gonna get my kitty cleaa—" The witch's words were lost in a sudden moan as Lois dove straight in, her newly elongated tongue thrusting deep up inside of Alice's naked slit, burying herself in deep until the reporter's nose brushed the teen's little clitoris.

A hot rush of liquid copper assaulted Lois' mouth—the sweet taste of her stolen virginity hit the older woman's new palate like ambrosia, and she wanted more.

Alice was on her toes, holding onto the older woman's horns for dear life, her endless obscene blathering reduced to a wordless mash of syllables as Lois thrust her long tongue, stained with blood from the broken hymen in and out of the teen in short, powerful strokes. The teen witch's babble hit a higher pitch when she felt the sharp pangs of Lois' nails digging into her tight little ass as the teen was lifted off the ground, the goth's clam mashed tight against her mouth as Lois sealed her lips against it as if giving the girl a deep kiss.

The barely-legal witch's eyes rolled back as her body finally gave in to the orgasm that had been building since Lois' tongue had first slipped inside her snatch. Her legs shook uncontrollably, all strength gone out of them, and Alice's hips instinctively bucked against the demonic reporter's face. The exchange was sealed by a sudden gush of fluid as the witch came hard, ejaculating straight into Lois' mouth...and causing it to briefly overlfow.

Lois let the teen down, but her shaky legs collapsed beneath her. The witch landed on her ass, knees akimbo, pussy red and raw as if from a single giant hickey.

The reporter, chin sticky, stood up. Her eyes were bright, face flushed.

"Feeling better?" Deadman raised an eyebrow.

"Well," Lois wiped the girlcum off her chin and sucked it from her fingers. "I think that was a nice appetizer." She stared at the door. "But now I want more."