Blaze Doesn't Stop Sucking Her Cock

The suction on the reporter's prick didn't cease. In fact, it was increasing. Lois winced as something sharp and hard skidded across her cock.

"Ow! Teeth!" Lois shouted...but Blaze wasn't listening. She was single-mindedly focused on her task.

Which, Lois reflected, was probably the point. This was a race, wasn't it? Whoever came first. By focusing on the dickgirl reporter's cock, Blaze was trying to win. It was the demon's lips and throats versus whatever the male refractory response was in the improbable anatomy of Lois Lane plus penis.

Two can play at that game, Lois decided.

Her lips fastened on the demon's clit, sucking gently, tongue teasing the sensitive nub. The reporter's nimble finger ran up and down the slit, petting and caressing it, teasing and pampering the fresh-pounded pussy. No sudden jamming of fingers into the creamy hole, no stretching the slit out. Not yet, anyone. There would come a time for that, and Lois wanted to work up to it, make sure the demon came good and hard.

It was a weirdly intense 69, each of them striving to be the most attentive lover. Blaze's eagerness was sometimes her downfall, the teeth skidding against the flesh, sucking a little too hard, claws pricking the reporter's buttocks in what should have been a soft embrace. Then again, she had no gag reflex, and her long, agile tongue was soft, wet, hot, and endlessly inventive, not tickling the reporter's piss-hole, now looping around and stroking the shaft, now playing across Lois Lane's taint...

Both of them were working hard, both single-minded in their dedication to making the other feel good. But they knew that only one of them could win...and one of them was **** enough to try a new tactic.