The Idol Staring At Her

Angelica Blaze's cock slid into Lois Lane's pussy like a bullet sliding into the chamber. The reporter arched her back, stretching like a cat, pushing back against the dickgirl as she began to move faster. In this position, the cock could slide deeper, and Lois huffed every time it pushed in just short of too deep, fucking that last little quarter of inch but not ramming into her cervix...not yet...

There was only one thing that ruined the moment.

The reporter could feel the idol watching her, as stupid as that seemed. The fat, gravid lump with the misshapen head was looking at her, in a way that she could hardly express in words. Accusingly, judgmentally. Wrapped in its sheath of latex, the prostitute's penis porked the reporter faster and harder, pussy pulling and pushing as the fat cock plunged in and out, and all the while the idol sat there like her mother in Heaven, saying nothing and yet Lois could feel the scorn burning against her back. As if she knew that she was never getting grandkids.

"Harder!" Lois asked. "Faster! Please!"

The wet slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, and for a moment the pistoning prick pounded all thought out of Lois Lane's head. It was the kind of driving, full-body fuck that she hadn't had nearly enough of in her life, her thighs burning as she struggled to meet the dickgirl's thrusts, the latex-clad cock filling her cunt like an application, the base just that little bit broad enough to make her hole stretch and send a shiver down her spine, the swollen crown sliding over her g-spot.

Losing herself in the sex, Lois could feel it build within her. Not just the pleasure, the warm heat of friction inside her pussy, nerves stimulated for the first time in a long time, but the growing anticipation as the pleasure continued to increase in intensity. She was going to cum. It had been a long time since she'd really cum hard with a partner. Orgasms weren't elusive, when she was by herself, got in the mood and a really good rhythm, but it was so rare for her to hit that sweet spot with someone else...

Blaze came first. Lois could tell she was getting close when the strokes shortened and sped up. A part of her wished she could reach back, down beneath her, to grip those testicles and feel them tighten. But it was all that Lois could do to hold herself aloft as the dick dove deep inside of her, threatening with ever stroke to go too far, the added danger like a spice as she tumbled over the edge. The dickgirl began to grunt and spasm, cock swelling that almost imperceptible bit thicker as the load pumped into the condom.

The terrible knowledge of that disapproving idol's glare came back to Lois full **** as her cunt clenched tight. All that wasted seed, gathering in the tip of the condom deep inside of her, and she imagined she could almost feel the liquid heat. Blaze gripped her hips so tight it almost hurt, but Lois was howling, pussy squirting as her body gave in, muscles feeling like they would rip off her bones.

Angelica fell back, cock pulling out, leaving Lois Lane's pussy grasping at dead air. She wanted it back inside of her.

"Oh shit," Blaze muttered.

Lois raised her head, staring over her shoulder...at the swollen head of the dickgirl's cock, which had pierced right through the broken condom.