Chapter 17 by Zeebop

How Does Lois Want Her Next?

Lois Wants That Cock Right Back Inside Her Cunt Where It Belongs

Strange determination came to Lois Lane as she pondered Angelica's words. That was right. She had paid for all night. And if that was the case, and she was going to get knocked up with some strange dickgirl escort's baby, then she wanted her money's worth.

The reporter rolled onto her back and brought her knees to her chest. That position raised her ass in the air, kept more of the cum inside her pussy.

"Fuck me again, when you can," Lois said. "Just like this. Slower, this time. Except whatever you do...I want you to blow your load inside me. No spilling. Understood?"

"You're the boss," Blaze said, raising her hand to her temple to cut a little salute...and then the dickgirl dropped to her knees at the edge of the bed, which put her face just above her client's pussy. "But it'll take me a couple of minutes before I'm ready to go again...and in the meantime..."

Angelica's hands slid under the reporter's ass, levering her butt up higher. Her hot tongue licked at the little V at the bottom of her pussy...the cum was a pool inside of the reporter's cunny...but the tongue wasn't going for her cunny. It slid lower. Washing the sensitive skin between vagina and anus. Tracing the little line down to the reporter's pucker. Lois swallowed hard, knowing what she was going to do but not willing to stop her.

Then the tongue was sliding around her dirty hole. It wasn't exactly a pleasure garden, but it wasn't unpleasant either. A bit like using a bidet or a wet wipe...except it was warm, and Angelica's face was pressing into the reporter's ass cheeks...and it surprised Lois when the tongue pressed a little against her asshole, and a moan escaped her mouth...

Which was the cue for Blaze to rise, her cock rigid. Her hands slid up and pressed against the back of the reporter's thighs, almost to the point of pain...and tilting her back just far enough for the head of her cock to slip into the cum-filled pussy.

"Slow," she said. "Are you sure?"