Lois Does Not Lose Her Soul To Blaze

The reporter stopped. Her cock throbbed. Unfamiliar muscles clenched. She should feel her pulse through her new dick, buried in Blaze's pussy. The demon's ankles closed around Lois Lane's buttocks, squeezed her cunt, pushing it down so that the balls rested against her buttocks.

Lois had her eyes closed, trying to work through some form of meditation, some sense of her body that would keep her from cumming. The pressure at the root of her cock was growing, but it hadn't found release. Not yet.

Breathe out, Lane, Lois told herself. Blaze hissed and wiggled beneath her, but the reporter was no teenager pronging a warm hole for the first time. I am a grown-ass woman...dickgirl...individual, and I am not going to spew my cum into this tight-ass cunt that fucking easily.

Her eyes opened. She stared down at where cock was buried in cunt. Her right hand shot down and grabbed the demon's clitoris between her first two fingers. Blaze stiffened. Lois Lane's left hand shot out and grabbed a handful of tit, squeezing hard and rough.

The reporter stared into Blaze's eyes. Pulled her hips back, fighting the demon's legs...and there was a point, where her cock rubbed inside the tight quim, which Lois couldn't feel as any different from any other point, but she saw those eyes widen slightly, the little nostrils flare, the body quaver.

Lois rubbed her cock over that spot again.

And again. A barely-audible mewl escaped from Blaze's lips.

Tugging at her clit, squeezing and pinching her breast, attacking her g-spot relentlessly, Lois slowly began to fuck the demon all to pieces. Though she could feel the pressure growing, now Lois Lane knew it was a proper contest...and it was Blaze who was struggling to deal with the multi-point attack, and found herself on the verge of losing it all.