Put The Pitcher Of Beer On The Floor

As Lois Lane rose and fell, rubbing her cunt up and down the length of the dickgirl's hard prick, Angelica Blaze took the half-empty pitcher of beer from the table and set it on the floor, using her boot-clad feet to position it directly beneath and in front of the reporter's pussy. Lois was too far lost in fucking and an alcoholic haze to do more than giggle at this little act.

Then Blaze began to buck harder, hands groping the reporter's breasts, and Lois forgot all about it. Dizzy and lost in their lovemaking, it was all Lois could do to keep her mouth firmly shut, muting her moans so that nobody could hear them. They were both close and Lois knew it.

She began to squeeze her pussy every time she rose up off the cock, loosening up as she fell back into the dickgirl's lap. Blaze had her nipples squeezed between thumb and forefinger, bra entirely gone, crushing the reporter's tits like she was milking a cow...and right then, Lois was into it. She liked the roughness, the eagerness, the way her wet puss slid along the fat, shaft until it hit the teeth of the zipper, those big balls bulging in Angelica's jeans, ready to blow their load.

Angelica grunted and her groping turned into a bear hug, holding the reporter down onto her lap as she emptied those big semen tanks straight into the reporter's drunken cunt. Lois felt the wet heat inside her pussy and squeezed, trying to milk the cock. She still hadn't cum yet, but the fucking had felt good...real good...and she half-hoped that Blaze had another one in her.

Then Angelica Blaze did another weird thing.

She shifted her grip under the reporter's thighs and lifted her off of her cock...only to set her down into a kind of squat right before her. Lois felt the dickgirl's arms shift to her armpits, felt the plastic rim of the beer pitcher on her mons. The reporter looked down and giggled as she watched the milky seed flow out of her pussy and into the golden beer beneath.

Lois giggled. She looked around, but nobody was watching the spectacle. The drunk woman craned her head and looked up at Angelica, who smiled down at her as though she had a secret.

"Hey..." Lois whispered. "I haven't cum yet."

"Do you want to?" Blaze whispered back, lowering her head and letting her hair fall down to crowd out the world.

"Yeah!" Lois whispered back. Wondering if Angelica was coming down for a kiss.

"Then finish your beer," the dickgirl whispered.