Blaze Is Distracted Enough To Cum In Her Ass Instead Of Her Pussy

Liquid heat spewed deep inside the plush ass of Lois Lane. The reporter squealed in wanton lust as the sticky mess burst inside her burning, once-virgin ass, stretched as it was by Blaze's thumb and dick at once. The greedy woman clutched at her new, expanded breasts, and squeezed down hard to milk every drop of seed from Blaze's shaft...and when the demon finally pulled back, cock drooping, she held the reporter's asscheeks apart to admire the black mire of demonic seed that she had left, right above the pink and untouched pussy.

"Magnificent," the demon said. She let go of the reporter's ass to sink into a chair, her cock dribbling over the edge. "If I could impregnate your ass, I think I might have done it then. But give me a few minutes and..."

"No," Lois said, turning around. She let her shoulders hang low, so that her swollen teats scraped the floor, and wiggled forward with an odd, frog-like gait, ass high to try and keep the demon seed from oozing over her slut. "I want a little more right now."

"Lilith's tits!" Blaze laughed. "I know I've bound greed into your very soul, but even you cannot—"

The demon's thought was lost as Lois Lane's mouth clamped around one of her great scarlet testes. Sucking and licking, Lois gripped the demon's legs and slowly climbed her way up. The half-hard shaft lay against Blaze's hard abs, and the reporter poured kissed on the thick, veiny beast of a cock, tongue licking against the great spine on the underside, ignoring the earthy bitterness of the black cum still soiling the fat shaft, and ignoring the tart flavor of her own asshole as she mouthed the dick.

Thighs shaking, cum dripping out of an ass that felt as though it might fall out of her at any moment, the reporter raised her expanded, shaking buttocks. Her fat tits slid up and onto Blaze's thighs, and the reporter gripped them around the scarlet shaft, which raised a terrible moan from the sitting succubus.

The cock rose like a tottering tower, still not at its full stiffness. The head was still soft, and Lois explored it with her tongue...the complex demonic anatomy subtly different beneath her tongue than any human prick. Her tongue-tip played with the urethra, which now opened like a flower, so that it seemed to suck at the reporter's tongue, drool dripping down the aching urethra. Lois let her upper lip grasp the tip of the dick and suckled like a child at a bottle...and when the dick began to harden, the veins throbbing and standing out along the towering shaft, Lois took her mouth off the cock and played her penultimate card.

"I think...I think I might be an anal slut, Blaze. My ass just feels so empty. Won't you fuck me again? It's nice and wet now...it'll probably slide in real easy..."