Blaze Wants Her Tits

The demonic dickgirl laid Lois back on the table and climbed on top of it, sliding her infernal shemalehood down the length of the reporter's sternum. Lois Lane stared down at the long crimson python the purple tip jutting out above her collarbone. She could feel the weight and heat of the demon's balls on top of her ribs, and had to bite back a moan as the leering succubus gathered palmfuls of the reporter's new, bountiful tits in each hand and smashed them together, forming a hot, tight, soft tunnel.

"Let's take these tits for a test-fuck," the demon said.

"Fuck yes," Lois murmured, suddenly excited.

As a girl, waiting for puberty to bless her with a generous bosom, Lois Lane had dreamed about giving some boy her own age a breast-job. To see his hard cock cushioned by her mighty chest pillows, and if he was really hung to suckle on the end of his one-eyed purple yogurt spewer until he sprayed his special sauce all over her, and she could rub it into her tits. Just like in daddy's special videos that he didn't know she watched.

But it had never happened. Lois had been slim, athletic, worked hard, but the boobs she had hoped for passed her by. Until now.

Blaze began to slide her hips back and forth, her long hard cock pushed and pulled through the reporter's soft tunnel. The reporter moved her hands up to better squish her sensitive boobs around the cock as Blaze picked up speed, and the dickgirl shifted her own grip to flick and play with the reporter's fat nipples, teasing them until they began to swell erect.

"Oooh," Lois moaned, rubbing her legs together. Normally her breasts were sensitive, and breast-play was one of her favorite activities in bed, but she almost felt like she was about to cum just from a few nipple-twists. Blaze hadn't just made her tits bigger—they were more sensitive and better in every way!

The demon for her part began to actively hump the reporter's tits. The cock began to hit against Lois Lane's chin, which the reporter dutifully lower to her chest, wrapping her lips around her teeth so that the tip of the demon's dick could plunge in and out of her mouth-hole, salty precum spraying against the reporter's eager tongue with every thrust

Blaze began to grunt, thrusting harder and faster, friction burning the reporter's sensitive cleavage. The cock began to throb and tense between her tits, and Lois Lane squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, half-wishing that hard shaft was plowing her pussy...but still enjoying the hands that grasped and squeezed her massive mammaries. Finally with a single thrust that nearly sent the tits flying into Lois Lane's face, the demon's inner dam burst and a scalding black wave of jizz shot out...