She Squeals Like A Pig

Warm flesh wrapped around Lois' fingers as she plunged them up Blaze's cunt and ass at the same time—and for a moment as the sphincter squeezed around her digits Lois was afraid her fingers would be crushed. But the high-pitched squeal that the demon made sent a thrill down the reporter's spine, and if she could have smiled with the swollen testicles in her mouth, Lois would have grinned triumphantly.

Found your weak spot.

Buried as deep as they could go in her initial thrust, the webbing between the reporter's third and fourth fingers resting against Blaze's taint, Lois wiggled them gently, getting a feel for the demon's hot, slick, soft insides. Drool spilling out over her lips, Lois reached up with her free hand and grabbed the shaft, pinching it tightly about the base...and the demon's squeal cut off to a whimpering grunt.

"H-how dare you..." The demon began, but Lois cut her off as the fingers in Blaze's cunt and anus began to move.

It was almost a sawing motion, fingers and forearm stiff, pressing in as deep as Lois could go before dragging out again, until only the tips of her fingers were embedded in the shemale's twin entrances, and then the reporter plunged them back in again. At the same time, Lois began to slowly stroke Blaze's shaft, fingers locked in a tight circle around the demonic dick, then dragged up and down, compressing the soft flesh around the rock-hard core of erect tissue.

Blaze moaned under three-pronged attack, thighs quaking, and Lois could feel the shemale's pulse accelerate through the testicles in her mouth...but she didn't stop. Faster and faster the fingers plunged into the twin abysses of pussy and rectum, the hand slid up and down the pole, and the reporter's tongue lapped against the shemale's scrotum sloppily.

Eventually, Lois' questing finger found what she was looking for...a small hard nodule, like a walnut. She could feel it with both her fingers in Blaze's cunt and her colon, an organ sandwiched unnaturally between the two body channels...and the reporter knew it for what it was.

The devil's prostate.

Now the reporter's **** on Blaze's ass took on new purpose. With every stroke she teased and prodded that hard nut, sliding her fingers back and forth across it, and she could feel the precum start to rain down the shaft onto her hand, which was cramping from how tightly it grasped the demonic dick. And when that tower of cock throbbed in her hand, and the pussy tightened around her fingers in involuntary spasms, Lois knew it was time...and pressed down on that organ with all her might.

Blaze's squeal of shock and pleasure was a thing that would keep the reporter warm on cold nights.