Scream

Lois' mouth was free, though the rest of her was covered by her fresh latex suit. Already she could feel it binding and compressing her...it was harder to move in latex, especially if you weren't used to it. Heavier than cloth, less forgiving than leather, though it was flexible. The worst part is, that even though you might be fully clothed, it made you feel naked. Anyone that looked in on Lois right now could have seen the curve and hang of her tits in shiny black, the bulge of her pudenda... Half-blind, Lois could only imagine what anyone else would think of her as the demented shemale's cock finally sputtered out the last dark drop.

"Well, aren't you pretty as a picture?" Angelica Blaze grinned devilishly. "I think you might be my masterpiece."

The reporter took a deep, shuddering breath...and screamed.

The sheer **** of the sound seemed to shake Blaze for a moment, and then her grin changed. The shemale lurched forward, grabbing Lois' head, thumbs pressing into her mouth, cutting her off in mid-scream with a slight gag.

"I thought we were having a bit of fun." Angelica's voice was harsh, but hurt. "I thought you'd get it. We could play around more. When you asked me to paint you, I wanted to do that for you. To make you my little latex slut. Now all this noise...all you had to say was no."

Something hit the bottom of Lois' chin. "You look so hot like that," the shemale's thumbs drew the reporter's mouth wide. "I could do you right here, right now...if you wanted." Her voice narrowed down to a whisper...and then her hips shifted and Lois saw that Blaze was hard again, the cock pointing straight at her, balls hanging underneath.

The shemale brought the tip right up to Lois' lips, the glans right there in front of her. She could smell it, sour and a bit animalistic, harsher than it had been before.

"Do you want it, slut? Want to have some more fun? Or do you just want to go, like a little bitch?"