She Doesn't Wait For Lois To Answer

As Lois struggled with a response, one skinny finger penetrated her **** vagina. The reporter could only gasp at the sudden invasion, the finger scraping against her inner walls as if searching for something...and finding it. Lois Lane shivered and let out an irrepressible moan as the finger stimulated her g-spot, cunt clutching tight around the invading finger as something touched her for the first time in months.

"You like that, don't you?" Angelica Blaze said. Something hot dripped onto the reporter's lower back, and she realized it was the dickgirl's she-cock, dribbling precum onto the reporter's skin. "I can tell."

"N-no..." Lois said, her denials half-hearted. She knew that she should tell the dickgirl to remove her hand, that things had gone too far...but that finger kept rubbing against her g-spot, attacking it without mercy, and the reporter could feel her hips instinctively moving back to meet the thrusting finger, pussy dribbling just as much as the dickgirl's hard shaft.

"Stop lying to yourself," the dickgirl was leaning against Lois now, the cock trapped between the reporter's ass and Blaze's toned stomach, those small breasts with the hard nipples pressing into the reporter's shoulders. "You're so hot. So wet. I need you...and whether you'll admit it or not, you need it too."

"I...I'm not...like that," Lois said, and even her denials rung hollow and false to her ears.

"That a body like yours is going unappreciated is a crime. You're a woman. A full-grown, ripe woman. One who shouldn't be ashamed of her desires..."

The finger slid out, leaving the quivering quim empty for a moment.

"Tell me." Angelica said. "Do you really want to end this now? Or do you want to go a little further?"