Fuck Her Face

"Now this is just precious," Angelica Blaze murmured as she stuck her fingers in the reporter's mouth. Lois Lane felt and tasted the fingers on her tongue, unable to close her lips thanks to the hard ring that held her jaws open. The shemale, Lois quickly realized, had unfettered access to her mouth. "Such a lovely...and tempting...hole. It would be a shame to waste it..."

The reporter felt the saliva building up in her mouth and swallowed before she started to drool. She could feel the taste of Blaze's fingers slide down her throat, and a shiver of anticipation ran through her body.

Hands clamped on either side of Lois' head. Angelica's erect prick hovered in front of her, throbbing gently, the swollen helmet a livid purple. Slowly, as though expecting resistance, the shemale brought the reporter's mouth closer and closer to her cock. Close enough that the hot, panting breath of the reporter could blow across the veiny shaft...and Lois could smell the sweaty, salty manhood looming before her.

Blaze's thumbs pressed against Lois' temples as the head of her dick plugged the hole. The reporter started to breath through her nose, feeling the inside of her mouth heating up. She struggled to find someplace to put her tongue, knowing any moment that...and then the warm, meaty presence was there, in her mouth, tasting of salt and stale piss and the faint traces of ejaculations past...

"So tight," Angelica grunted, pulling the unresisting woman's head further onto her shaft. "So hot and wet!"

The shemale pushed deeper, slathering her salty precum over Lois' tongue. The reporter could feel the saliva building up in her mouth, but resisted the urge to swallow again. Blaze, for her part, was simply exulting in the pleasures of her mouth.

Holding the reporter's head still, Angelica began to shift her hips. The stiff cock began to rock back and forth through Lois' mouth sleeve, the swollen head pushing further in with each stroke, until the reporter could feel it brushing her throat. Lois **** herself to relax and let it happen.

Don't gag don't gag don't gag. She told herself. If Lois vomited while Blaze plugged up her mouth, the reporter knew she could **** and asphyxiate...but Angelica was growing more frantic, her strokes shorter, faster. Lois could feel the swollen testicles slap against her chin, the swollen prick head rubbing against the back of her mouth.

Her tongue swirled in her mouth, unable to avoid the intruder, feeling the pressure and heat build, dribbles of salty saliva mixed with precum dribbling unwanted down her throat, her nostrils filled with the shemale's scent.

"I'm going to cum," Blaze hissed, her balls slapping painfully hard against Lois' chin, the reporter's head aching from how hard the shemale was gripping it. "It's going to be a huge load."