Lois Controls The Tentacle

"Haaa," Lois Lane sighed as she pressed the slender black tentacle deeper into her friend's pussy. She could feel...everything. It was like a third hand, every little bump as sensitive as her clitoris, sending an electric signal right down the middle and straight up the reporter's spine, until little silver flashes appeared before Lois Lane's eyes.

"Oh fuck," Lana Lang. "Fuck that's deep."

It was. The thing black tentacle slithered and squirmed inside the big blue demonic pussy, even when the pillowy walls clenched tight, weeping their strange pale blue juice that flowed from the infernal cunt like a river. In her mind, Lois could almost visualize the space that her whip-like tenta-cock was moving in. The little nubs rubbed up against the rugged walls, feeling the tense muscles, the little clusters of nerves...

"OH SHIT," Lana shouted as the thickest part of the tentacle hit a little depression on the ceiling of her pussy. The redhead's whole frame shuddered as if melting, and Lois Lane bit her tongue and made her tentacle writhe like a serpent, the dark black bumps scraping over the sensitive spot.

Lois Lane felt her breath come quicker as the redhead quivered beneath her, the eyes shut tightly, face flushed...it felt good for her too, but there was something missing. There was an urge, right at the root of her tentacle. Still keeping it rubbing against that spot, hearing Lana start to whimper, Lois stretched out the tentacle further and further, feeling the elastic arm move deeper and deeper into the welcoming cunt...and the farther it went, the better it felt for Lois.

There was a sense of expectancy, urgency, a **** need to go farther in, the tip growing thinner and more sensitive, until it felt like an earthworm crawling through a hot, wet cave, the pussy squeezing tighter and tighter...

Right up until there was nowhere else to go.

"Ah!" Lana's eyes shot open as the very tip of the tentacle tickled her cervix. "Too deep, too deep!"

Lois paused, the tip of her tentacle-cock prodding gently at the sphincter in front of her. She couldn't see it, but she could feel it...and the need, almost a physical pressure, was building up at the root of her tentacle where it protruded from her cock, all of her saying to delve even deeper into Lana Lang's most sacred space to do...something.