Speed Up!

All or nothing! Lois thought, panting hard as she began her pussy sprint. Got to pound this cunt into jelly!

Pushing the demon's leg back until Blaze looked almost folded in half, knees against her shoulders, Lois Lane began to pump with reckless abandon. Her cock became a blur, friction burning her sensitive cock and the demon's pussy as the pace picked up.

Their breasts flopped in unison, the punishing impact of their loins sending echoes throughout their bodies. Lois and Blaze locked eyes, both of them moving together, drawn together by their terrible contest, locked in a contest of wills from which there was only one escape. Neither of them liked to lose...but one of them would have to.

"You...can't...beat...me!" Blaze roared.

"Less...talking," Lois panted. "More...fucking!"

With a roar, the dickgirl reporter launched herself forward. Her hands grasped the demon's horn's, the hard surface rough beneath her fingers, but it provided a solid grip. With her feet planted firmly on the mattress, Lois pistoned her cock in and out of the crimson cunt before her as though she were trying to drive a pile straight through the bed. She could feel the tip of her dick slam into something whenever she bottomed out, and the demon's face, flushed a deeper crimson, would go a little slack and watery whenever Lois hit the spot.

"That's...my...cervix!" Blaze hissed.

"Good," Lois said, sweat dripping off of her. She could feel her muscles start to flag, calves trembling, buttocks clenching painfully as she struggled to hold in the load brewing at the base of her cock. "Because whether I win or not I'm going to dump this seed in you and knock you up you beautiful bitch."

"No!" Blaze roared and tossed herself forward. Lois, still holding onto the demon's horns, rolled backwards. Now Blaze was on top of her, squatting on the dick, struggling to rise off just for Lois to pull her back down. Lois wrestled the face down right next to hers.

"Here comes your baby, slut!" Lois hissed—and then on some impulse drew her face forward, pressing her lips against the demon's plump pillows, her tongue pressing into the warm mouth.