Lois Rides The Monster

Lois felt like she didn't make the decision consciously. Instead, it felt like her body had already decided it for her. She could feel how wet her pussy was, how hard her heart was beating, the slow flush creeping across her cheeks, the kind of itch deep inside her pussy that wanted to be scratched. As the Bride of Frankencock moaned and wet sloppy noises came from the television the reporter clambered on top of Angelica Blaze, the dickgirl leaning back on the bed, a little smile on her lips as the reporter reached back to line up the head of that big cock with Lois Lane's little pussy...

It slid in, not easily, because Angelica's cock had so much girth to it, but enough that Lois gasped at the penetration. The raw, unprotected cock in her cunt throbbed; so tight that even though she wasn't trying to squeeze her pussy, it felt like she was going to **** the escort's dick straight out of her tight little cunny.

Can't have that, can we?, Lois Lane thought to herself, as she **** her hips down. Now it was Blaze's turn to gasp, gathering the bedsheets up in her hands as Lois **** more of the big dickgirl cock into her pussy. It was fighting her...too thick for her to rely on gravity or even just her own muscles to press it in much deeper. She rode the dick a few times, moving up and down, feeling that thick, rubbery glans scrape against her g-spot every time it was on its was out...and Lois wanted more.

She almost laughed as she heard the wet schluck-schluck-schluck and fake porn star moans of the movie. Here she was, lost in her own little fantasy, unable to take the dick any deeper, and in the background that silicone-enhanced beauty was getting plowed so easily. The reporter looked Angelica in the eye, both of them smiling.

"Hey," the reporter said. "Angie. Put your hands on my ass."

"Okay," Angelica said. She ungripped that sheets and moved her hands to the reporter's butt, gently massaging the firm cushions. "Why?"

"Because I want you to help me take more of your ridiculous monster cock," Lois said, butterflies in her stomach as she said it. "I want to feel it deep."

"That might be asking for trouble," The escort said, as she began to squeeze the reporter's ass. Lois could see her breasts rising and falling, the nipples so hard they could put an eye out. "I might not be able to pull out in time."