No...Don't Stop...

Lois Lane stared at the hard erection as it inched closer. Her lips felt dry. Breath hot. The desert was so bright despite the darkness of the night, and all the sounds of insects died.

"I want you," Angelica Blaze said, the cock a hair's breadth from the reporter's pussy. The cool desert wind picked up, blowing across the reporter's hot skin. "Do you want me?"

"I...I shouldn't..." Lois said, her heart sinking. "I mean, I just met you."

"Hmm-hmm," Blaze hummed, leaning over Lois.

"Can you at least...put on a condom or something?" She blurted. "I don't want to get pregnant."

"Nnnn-nnnn," Blaze hummed. Some of Lois Lane's pussy juices dripped off the dickgirl's chin, onto the reporter's belly.

"But you'll pull out, right?" Lois felt herself grasping at straws, not wanting to say no but unable to say yes.

The dickgirl stared into Lois Lane's eyes. Very carefully, very deliberately, she let the tip of her swollen glans touch the reporter's bare pussy. That small contact ran through the reporter like an electric shock, every nerve of her being suddenly on edge, a lifetime of warnings against bareback sex suddenly coming to her at once.

"There is semen in precum. Like the pre-cum I'm leaking into you right at this moment." Angelica said. Lois could feel the pulse of the dickgirl's heart through her dick. "You could get pregnant, even if we stopped. Without ever having been fucked properly. Is that really what you want?"

Emotions warred within Lois. She had already gone this far...but every rational thought was telling her to pump the brakes, to stop, that this was crazy. But her body seemed to be crying out for it, ****, cunt muscles clenching involuntarily as if she could nibble at the head of that cock...and Lois knew she had to give an answer.