Blaze Wants To Blow Her First Load In Lois's Mouth

On her knees, the reporter slid her tongue under the head of the cock, wrapped her upper lip over her teeth, and closed her mouth around the head. Many women liked to leave it at that: suck on the tip and work the shaft with their hands, basically just jerk their partners off into their mouth. But not Lois. No, ever since she was old enough to legally suck a cock, the reporter was determined to enjoy herself—and while she couldn't get off just by sucking dick, she had found a certain pride in taking her own time, in demonstrating her skill, and finally in reducing the lucky prick into a quivering volcano that would explode in her mouth or throat.

At least, that was the plan.

Once the cock was in her mouth, however, Lois Lane felt a certain terrible need to finish the business quickly. It wasn't that she was bored with it, more a warm sense of anticipation that crackled along her spine and made her pussy itch. Her hands reached around the demon's waist to grasp the back of the chair, steadying the reporter so that she could bob her head fast and hard.

Patience, Lois remembered, thinking of one of the virtues she had lost. She simply couldn't wait to feel the hot gush of that baby gravy in her throat, to roll that nasty jizz around in her mouth. Unlike most women, Lois had learned to love the taste of jizz, salty and bitter though it was. Less for the flavor itself, than what it signified to be an eater of seed, the look of expectation and astonishment and lust that crossed men's faces when she presented her tongue all nice and clean, with all their sperm sliding into her stomach. The nasty tabooness of the act, the way other women couldn't bring themselves to do it...there was a sense of superiority in that, the feeling that Lois was doing something that other women wouldn't. Little different than when she was young, climbing the highest tree, riding the faster rollercoaster, eating an earthworm on a bet...

Hands grabbed the reporter's head and Lois didn't care. She was too impatient, too needy, too horny as the scarlet succubus fucked her face, the reporter hanging on as the crimson hips rose and fell, the swollen head of the cock punching into the back of the reporter's mouth...and then held it there, as hot wetness burst inside of the reporter's mouth.

Instinctively, the reporter's lips locked. She began to swallow...only then recognizing the flavor, the same as that curious cocktail she'd had at the bar, slimy and grey, and she knew exactly what was in them now...but she didn't care.

A kind of calm settled into Lois then. She ran her tongue around the swollen head of the cock, cleaning the last little bits before she pulled her mouth off. Her pussy still itched, begging to be fucked, but the terrible urge was gone.

Lois had her patience back. The reporter stood then, legs strong but pussy wet and glistening. Blaze's spit-slick scarlet schlong hadn't softened a bit.

"Pussy now," the demon's voice was husky. "What virtue do you want to earn back with this hole?"