Relieve The Pressure With The Nearest Receptacle—Blaze

Need, **** and sudden, struck Lois. Her balls throbbed, suddenly heavy. Angelica Blaze was trying to herd her to the door, back to the milking chamber, and the reporter staggered. There was a rip of rending cloth. Lois turned to see the dickgirl's black dress caught on a nail, torn, revealing a sleek expanse of pale flank and no underwear.

Before she knew exactly what she was doing, Lois was on her. Blaze cursed in Satan's name as she landed heavily on the floor, ass bared, the head of her drooling cock on the ground...and a moment later Lois was there, pressing the swollen head of her cock against that tight sphincter. There was a scream that ended in a gasp as the reporter gripped the dickgirl's hips and pressed forward with all of her strength.

The sphincter gave with an audible pop, and the sudden tightness and heat stimulating her prick affected Lois immediately. Hot baby gravy splattered forth from her raging erection into the supine dickgirl's bowels. From beneath her, Blaze gave forth a weak cry.

"Please..no more...don't put anything more into my body."

Lois was beyond listening. The ass wrapped around her cock was pure heaven.

Now that the tight tunnel was lubed by the first splurt of jizz from her massive balls, the reporter began to fuck Angelica Blaze's ass in earnest. The power of her thrusts pushed her partner forward across the floor, knees and hands scraping forward inch by inch, Blaze's tits swinging as the swollen balls pounded into the dickgirl's own sack. Lois huffed, lost in the pure bliss, the cum seeming to flow out of her dick in a steady, endless splurt-splurt-splurt...and then she saw it.

On the altar, the Black Grail waited.

Terrible need pulsed between the reporter's thighs as she "steered" Angelica Blaze down the aisle of the corrupted chapel, back toward the altar. The dickgirl beneath her sobbed, all fight gone out of her, sensitive asshole spasming. Lois wondered what brutal training that Angelica had undergone to take her cock so easily. By the time they neared the altar, the raven-haired dickgirl who had been so confident and commanding was reduced to a howling cockslut, jizz dribbling steadily out of her own penis, leaving a white, sticky line down the aisle.

Now her hands pressed flat against the altar, pushing back against Lois Lane's cock. The reporter leaned forward, fingers outstretched to grab the Black Grail...snagging the dark cup and bringing it up off the altar.