Blaze Gives In

A long minute ticked by, though for Lois it seemed longer. Angelica Blaze was still embedded in her, cock hard, plugging her pussy up. Anger seethed through the reporter at what her lover had said, and how she had said it. Lois' cunt burned with need, but she wasn't going to be the first one to break the impasse... and besides, she knew that Blaze had been on the verge of cumming again. Blue balls as much as anything else should **** things to a head.

Fifteen minutes is an eternity when you're impaled on a hard cock. Lois' caught her breath and felt the sweat begin to cool on her skin. She was still sexually excited—it took a serious act of will not to clamp her cunt down on the invading prick and hump it, every little movement was like the beginning of an itch she dare not scratch—but as they sat there unmoving, the first bloom came off the sensual rose. Some of the fierce ardor lifted, and with it, a bit of Lois' anger.

She took a deep breath. It was always the way, with her relationships. Passions flared could lead to hot sex and bad fights. As the anger chemicals metabolized, reflection and regret followed. Lois knew she shouldn't have called Blaze a ****. But she wasn't going to be the first to admit it.

Angelica sniffed loud enough to send a twitch through her dick, sending it a little deeper inside. Lois glared at her.

"Sorry," the shemale's tone was apologetic. "Didn't mean to...I just...y'know."

"It's okay. I'm amazed you've stayed hard so long." Lois joked.

"When I'm almost hilt-deep in a woman as beautiful as you?" Angelica leered, and Lois felt her face instinctively work into a smirk.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere." The reporter reached forward to tweak her lover's nipple.

The smile died from Blaze's face.

"I can't just let go what you said." The shemale chewed her lip. "But I'll make you a deal?"

Lois rubbed the nipple between her fingers. It was smaller than her own, and when hard it was like a little dark pebble surrounded by a pond of soft tit-flesh.

"I'm listening."

"I will agree to show you the other women," Angelica's face was carefully neutral. "If you beg me to breed you. That way we both get what we want."

The reporter rolled the verbal deal over in her head.

"On one condition."

Blaze's nostrils flared, color rising to her face. "And what is that?"