Puppy Fucks Her Ass

A part of Lois Lane wanted to scream "Wrong hole!" as the tip of Puppy's big black pecker pressed against her asshole. The drooling precum squished against the reporter's browneye, a shock ran through her whole body as the pressure built on what was, until tonight, an exit-only hole. Yet Lois Lane's reprimand died in her throat. She stared up at the big black man whose body filled the cage, at the tension in those muscles, and finally at the urgent and innocent lust in those big brown eyes.

She couldn't tell him no. It would be like kicking a dog.

Of course, Lois Lane had never yet met a dog that tried to **** its cock up her ass.

A big, black cock.

Lois found it hard to breathe, and it wasn't just the position with her ass in the air, legs bent down toward her head. It was the thought that prim proper Lois Lane, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter, was naked in a cage with what felt like a tree trunk about to be shoved up her ass...and she couldn't remember the last time she had been this excited and aroused. None of her lovers in the last few years had that animal heat, that thrill of danger, that...

"Aarp!" Lois yelped as Puppy pushed his cock dock.

There was no slow intrusion. No getting used to it. The swollen head of his glans popped her anal cherry like a finger through wet toilet paper. Lois Lane's eyes bugged out of her head as a ring of pain screamed at her from the suddenness of the violation.

Puppy grinned, idiotically. His abs flexed, though his mighty prick wasn't moving. He had just pierced her asshole and now he stood there, and his nostrils flared, his eyes rolled into his head...and Lois Lane blinked as she felt something wet and hot well up around his dick, to dibble down from her violated asshole.

The old woman crackled.

"Puppy came already! But don't you worry bitch...you'll see...Puppy never cums just once..."

Lois Lane made a noise in the back of her throat. A kind of animalistic whine...