They Aren't Women

Lois felt the heavy testicle fill her palm, like a large hard-boiled egg. Not ungently, but with a degree of firmness that suggested much more pressure could be applied, her fingers closed in on the virile orb.

Angelica Blaze gave a little meep, cock jumping a little, a drop of precum visible at its tip.

"They...uh...they didn't want. Babies. So I...gave them something else..."

Lois pulled, gently. It was almost mesmerizing, watching that one clear drop on Angelica's piss-slit, bobbing closer.

"What did you give them?"

"Dick."

Blaze's dick was now only an from the reporter's pussy, though the shemale had hot aimed it at Lois' sloppy slot just yet. Casually, the recumbent brunette folded her legs around the shemale's waist, drawing her in so the meaty base of the shaft pressed into her labia.

"So you fucked them?" Lois' voice was a purr as she ran one finger in gentle circles around Angelica's testicle.

"No." Blaze's voice shook with need as she began to rub her penis against Lois' cunt, lubricating it with her own splooge. "I...they wanted dick." She licked her lips. "It's what they wanted, deep down! I had thought they wanted my dick...and they did. Just not to be with me."

Lois paused. She wasn't...entirely surprised. This woman, shemale, whatever, had shown traits of supernatural endurance during their sexual bought. If she was a witch or alien or whatever...still, extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.

"I want to see them." The reporter pulled her legs in tight, trapping Angelica's cock directly against her snatch with no room to move. Blaze's expression was torn, between the fiery heat of Lois' pussy and the icy chill of her stare. "Or I will never let you cum in me again."