Stretching Lois Lane's Pussy Out

Something hard and cold pressed against the reporter's eager pussy. It was familiar, but it didn't feel like a cock. Too cold, too hard, and the shape was wrong...and it slid deep into Lois Lane's pussy, sending a chill up her spine, goosebumps rising on her pale skin. Uncomfortably deep...and then it began to...spread...

"Is that a fucking speculum?" Lois Lane asked.

"Very good!" Angelica said, merriment in her voice.

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I thought we were going to...fuck," Lois felt weirdly guilty putting it that blatantly. "Not practice amateur gynecology."

"Delayed gratification," Angelica said, and Lois could feel her still twisting the little screw, the speculum slowly forcing the reporter's pussy wider and outer. "Makes the final fulfillment all the better."

Lois laid back in the bed, her wrists trapped in the velvet-lined handcuffs, her eyes covered by the blindfold. The reporter did not find having her cunt levered open particularly sexy, and was about to say so when Blaze asked a question.

"Did you ever get off? When visiting a gynecologist."

"No," Lois said automatically...and then paused to wonder if that was really true. Most of her exams had been rather straightforward things, but there had been one doctor...a tiny little Chinese thing with narrow hands and a soft, delicate touch...who had treated Lois for a bit of cervical bruising and...Lois blushed to think about how she had found herself excited at the woman's touch, the fingers wiggling deep inside. Just the memory of that was getting Lois a little hot...

Or maybe that was the feeling of her pussy being spread so wide open. The heat of her pussy had warmed the cold metal, but Lois could feel the gap now as her cleft was stretched open wide...wider than any cock had ever stretched it...

"Why are you stretching my pussy open, anyway?" The reporter asked.