Rub Her Clit While Staring in Her Eyes

Angelica Blaze held herself balls-deep in Lois Lane, the reporter's ass in the air, cunt stuffed, the weight of her body on her shoulders. Her dark hair hung down, the moon crowned her head. She didn't pull out...she just reached down until her fingers combed through the reporter's carefully trimmed pubic hair, until the pad of her thumb found Lois' clit.

"Is this how you pleasure yourself, when you're all alone?" Blaze asked as she stared into the reporter's eyes. Her thumb began to move counter-clockwise. She didn't press too hard, but neither did she let up.

"Yes," Lois said, not sure what else to say. She thought back to lonely midnights in her kitchen, half a bottle of wine gone, one hand on her laptop, the other between her legs.

"A pity," Blaze said. "That you should ever have to do this yourself."

The dickgirl flexed her cock inside of Lois, and dark beads of cum rolled down from the overstuffed pussy lips as Blaze began to rub a little faster...

Penetration by itself was never enough to bring Lois to climax. It felt good, and she appreciated a certain level of cocksmanship, especially when the glans hit just the right spot inside of her, and she was already in the mood. Yet she really needed clitoral stimulation to get off, and now...she had never had a hard cock inside of her while someone else played with her pussy. It had always been her own hand that rubbed at her slit as her boytoy pumped away, the combination of sensations that sometimes brought her over the edge...but now it was Blaze in control. Blaze who rubbed her clit a little faster, a little harder, not enough to hurt or burn but just enough that Lois could feel the anticipation build inside of her...and she realized she had lost control. That it was Blaze in the driver's seat, and she was just the passenger along for the ride.

"If you were mine," Blaze said, her voice raspy, "I would make you cum every time. You would never leave my bed unsatisfied. And you are unsatisfied so much of the time, aren't you Lois? Answer me truly."

"Yes," Lois gasped. Even in her precarious position, her chest was trying to heave, and it wasn't working. Her breath was coming in short, hot gasps, her legs trembled and she could feel the strain on her hips, thighs, and back...

Blaze's secret smile split into a little grin, a flash of teeth. The very tip of a pink tongue touched her lips. "Say the word Lois. Say the word and you don't ever have to be alone again. Your bed will always be my bed, my bed yours. Whenever you lay down to sleep I will be there waiting for you...hard and ready...don't you want that? Don't you want to cum?"

There was something about the way Blaze said it. Some edge of desperation, some driving need...Lois knew she was dealing with a supernatural being, and somehow this felt like a warning, like not eating any of the food when you visit the underworld, or take any gifts from the faerie, because they had to be paid for...

...on the other hand, Lois Lane was on the verge of climax, the dickgirl's finger almost a blur that buzzed against her clit, and Lois needed this as she needed little else in her life.