Drink The Cum

Lois Lane could feel the liquid pressure travel up the shemale's horsecock. A line of heat that pressed against the skin between her breasts, over her heart. Something like instinct took over then, as the reporter's lips locked around the urethra, forming a seal, her tongue lapping gently at the hole.

The first hot spurt nearly caused Lois to gag, even though she expected it. The reporter had sucked a few cocks in her life, knew the salty wet initial spurts, followed by the thick, dribbling aftermath as the last globs of semen were pushed out by the **** of the contracting muscles. She wasn't particularly fond of the taste—no woman she knew was—but there was a certain feeling of accomplishment in making someone cum, of feeling their tablespoon full of on your tongue, or face, or breasts...it let them feel like they had marked you.

But Lois had never sucked off a horse, or a horse-cocked shemale.

The initial "spurt" was more than twice a normal jizzload, and followed up so quickly that Lois couldn't feel any difference between them in her mouth—it was like a single scalding stream, thicker than milk, hot enough to burn her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Instinctively, Lois wanted to sputter, spit, to release the python in her hands...

I am not animal, she told herself, grasping the thick, heavy prick in her hands... But I want it all.

Lois swallowed.

It was a line of hot, heavy liquid, burning all the way down her esophagus, to pool in her belly. The reporter winced in pain, chugging away as the boiling semen kept coming. She couldn't even taste it, which was possibly a blessing. Just feel the thickness of it, the terrible heat as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed the hot liquid. Even her teeth ached, and she had to fight physical revulsion as her body kept trying to want to gag, but Lois kept her head as she sucked that sperm down.

She could feel the heat and weight of it, sitting in her belly, mixing with everything else she had drunk tonight...the warmth radiated outward through her body, uncomfortable, nauseous. But the cock...the mighty horsecock...sent its last burst of semen into her waiting mouth. No more hot jets of slime scalded her tongue. It was still thick, swollen, hard...but softening. Lois heard the Vixen sigh in terrible relief.

"Thanks, sugar," the black shemale's voice was languid, "I needed tha— "

Lois began to suck. Lips still locked against that urethra, she breathed in, hollowing her cheeks, and was rewarded by a warm trickle as the last splooge was sucked out the cockhead onto her waiting tongue. She swallowed barely a mouthful, and then began roughly stroking the shaft, hard pulling motions, thumb pressed against the soft underbelly of the black dick, drawing the last bits of jizz up and into her mouth as small, gooey blobs.

"I...think you've drained me dry, sugar!" The Vixen's voice was less confident than before, and Lois pried her lips off the horsecock long enough to stare the black woman in the eyes and say:

"I'll tell you when I've had enough."