She Doesn't

"Jenny," Lois said. 'If you could just...roll over a bit to your right, I might be able to slide out."

"But then you'll miss it!" Jenny's eyes grew wide. The blonde was trembling with excitement.

Lois **** a smile. She'd been trying, for the past ten minutes, to get Jenny Dunlap to work with her...but the blonde was so excited and focused on getting fucked and having her already massive tits well even bigger that it was like talking to a wall. The reporter tried to kick, but the bonds on her ankles were too secure...and the heat and the weight made her feel like a tinned sardine, crushed and sweaty.

Two of Blaze's helpers knelt beside the reporter's head. Instinctively, Lois tried to bite as they slid the ball-gag into place, and secured the straps behind her head...but she was outnumbered, and all she got for her trouble was a headache and her tongue pinned to the bottom of her mouth, which filled with the taste of plastic and rubber.

Jenny Dunlap smiled down at her...and a sinking sensation hit the pit of the reporter's stomach as she heard the pad of feet approaching. The quiver of excitement that went through those massive tits. The blonde's nostrils flared, her eyes crossed a little as her first customer slid in...and then Lois had a front-row seat to Jenny Dunlap getting fucked.

The blonde was actually resting on her massive tits, and Lois thought the position had to be uncomfortable...she couldn't see the knee pads that Blaze's helpers had pushed into place, the rail that Jenny was now bent over. Just as Lois couldn't see the man humping Jenny's pale white ass, or the great clear funnel that was ready to catch his spunk after it dripped out of Jenny's pussy and channel it to the reporter's unprotected cunny.

Anger flared through the reporter. Indignation. She tried to wiggle, to move, to lift those big titties...but it was pointless, and she felt weak, almost sick. There was nothing she could do to escape, nothing she could do to even register her complaint except to try and scream into a gag.

He didn't last long. Jenny Dunlap didn't even cum...but her smile grew wide, and Lois knew why. She could feel the weight build, the great expanses of pale, hot breasts growing warmer...swelling visibly. Not much, but each added ounce made it harder for Lois Lane to breathe...and then she heard the splat splat splat as the jizz dripped down into the funnel...and Lois knew it was oozing down toward her pussy.

As Jenny's first customer moved off, her second stepped up to take his place. There was a long line, and it was going to be a long night.