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It was too late for Lois. She could feel the cock throbbing inside of her. The knowledge was settling into her that if didn't get pregnant from this creampie, she would from the next, or the next. The dickgirl made some powerful arguments, and Lois was already fucked. Of course, that didn't mean she was going to capitulate without getting all she could.

"The money and terms will all be in the surrogacy contract," Angelica Blaze said as her hands massaged the reporter's ass. The dickgirl didn't seem keen to let Lois go, her cock plugging up Lois Lane's pussy, probably to keep that spunk deep inside of her where it could do the most damage.

"And the information?" Lois asked. "You have to have something you can show me, just to prove that you have what you say you do."

"Hmm," Blaze said. "I'll tell you what. There's a file in my office. Let me bend you over the desk and pump another load in you while you read it. If you think it's the good stuff, then you can sign the surrogacy contract. If not...well, you can walk out of here, when you're in any shape to walk."

"Okay, sure, just let me get off..."

Without preamble, the dickgirl stood. Still impaled on the stiff prick, the reporter flailed for a moment before leaning against Angelica and hugging her, her breasts coming down on either side of the taller woman's chin. Lois looked down to see her 'prospective employer' smirk at her. With casual ease, Blaze walked toward one of the doors of the room, her cock sliding within the reporter's pussy with every step.

"Oh, you'll get off," the dickgirl said.

They went through a door, which opened into a hallway. Thankfully, it was empty. Lois could feel her heart hammer in her chest. She didn't kow how she'd react if someone actually saw her getting carry-fucked like this—although come to think of it, if she did go through with this contract, pretty much everyone would know that Lois had been fucked anyway. That was what happened when you were pregnant. Like a giant neon sign that you'd taken one unprotected dick too many...

Through another door, and Lois let out a sigh of relief that the room was unoccupied, and that Blaze closed and locked the door behind her. It was an office...well-appointed, with deep blue plush carpet, wood paneling, a marble-topped bar that looked like a genuine antique, a loveseat beneath a framed Goya print of naked witches cavorting with a demonic goat, and a massive slab or a desk, bare except for a laptop that was closed and charging.

The dickgirl set Lois Lane's ass down on the corner of the desk. A key appeared in her hand, as if by magic; a drawer opened, and the woman pulled out an inch-thick manilla folder. Paper records, very old school.

Blaze lifted her back up and Lois got the hint. Without ever letting the cock out of her cunt, the reporter twisted around, until her elbows were resting on the desk, the file before her. Angelica held Lois Lane's thighs, and began to slide her cum-slick cock in and out of the sticky mess that was the reporter's freshly spunked slit.

Lois felt herself blushing. Truth is...I could get used to this.

She turned her attention to the folder.