She Isn't Allowed To Stop

Lois Lane paused for a long moment, her own cock buried to the hilt inside of herself. She felt drained, elated, exultant in that post-fuck aura where the muscles relax and there was an odd emptiness and fullness at the same time, all of her seed emptied out of her aching seminal vesicle and swimming around her cervix. There was a moment of balance, of perfect peace and serenity.

...don'tStopMAKEitPop...

Almost by themselves, Lois felt her hips move. Her unnatural cock was still hard, and she gasped as it moved inside of her. The reporter's cunt was sloppy now, slick and sticky with all the cum that she had pumped into herself.

The dickgirl groaned, unable to stop as the beat kept on, driving her to keep moving, keep fucking, her sore dick thrusting in and out of the hole in space, sliding in and out of her fresh-fucked pussy. She wondered if this is what it was like when guys got sloppy seconds, the hot tight tunnel a little looser, messier, drops of jizz and pussy juice running down her legs, spraying out of the boom tube tunnel to splash against her thighs.

...TonightI'M-AfuckTillWEseeTheSunlight...

Lois shuddered, wondering when it would end. It was hard to think of anything except the beat, which slipped right through her ears and past her conscious mind, muscles responding automatically. The dickgirl almost felt like she was sleep-walking in a dream, or some kind of biological robot, muscle-memory being programmed, the hard knob of her cock plunging deeper now, hips sliding right up to the edges of the portal, pushing the cock in even deeper.

Briefly, involutnarily, the reporter shuddered. She couldn't tell if it was a muscle spasm or a little orgasm, her cervix opening briefly to swallow more sperm. There was a familiar pressure building behind the root of her cock, a growing sense of anticipation, and Lois grinned stupidly as she fucked herself harder, knowing what was about to come...cum...

...TickTOCKonTheCOCKbutThePUSSYdon'tStop...

A part of her distantly realized that she was barely listening anymore, thrusting her hips into the glowing portal with a will, the pressure nowhere near it had been with her last ejaculation but still there, still ready, almost at the point of release...and she wanted to release it, to send another rope of fresh cum into her own battered pussy. Lois Lane was lost in the sensation of fucking and being fucked, male and female combined, her mind awash as she simultaneously thought of herself as stud and cow, cock and cunt.

"Aaargh!" Lois roared, pushing so deep she could feel the top of her own cock painfully brush her own cervix, the pussy clamping tight on her cock, the seed bursting out of the urethra like a burning stream of white piss directly into her own womb.

She stood taut, holding it there, holding all the hot fuckjuice deep inside where it would do the most damage, shivering in electric ecstasy as she imagined knocking herself up...but the beat began to pick up again, louder this time, and Lois panted, tears starting to fill her eyes and vision blurring as her hips began to move again.

Her pussy squeezed harder, trying to keep her cock from withdrawing, but against her own wishes the reporter drew her hips back until only the swollen head was inside her cum-slick tunnel, and then rammed it back in, all at once to the base...and the beat didn't stop...

...YouBREAKmeDownMYheartItPOUNDS...