Turn Around And Open The Door

The door opened silently. The dickgirl was limned from behind by the bathroom light. Her cock stood out in front of her...and Lois Lane panted as she saw the length and girth of it. The oily glisten of the lotion rubbed into it. The balls hanging down, heavy and full.

"Obscene," the word came out of the reporter's mouth as Angelica shuffled forward, her jeans around her knees...and as she moved into the darkness, Lois could hear her heavy breathing, see the tense set of her shoulders. The dickgirl had both hands on her cock, thumbs on the back, running up and down the length, the swollen tip pointed toward Lois who still sat on the bed, almost hypnotized.

"I...I need...a little help..." Blaze huffed.

The reporter's eyes were wide. She was breathing in and out through her mouth, but she could smell and taste the masculine musk and scent of her own lotion coming off of the meat missile that was growing closer to Lois with effort beat of her heart.

Then it was there, pressing into the little space between her clavicles, hot and wet, Angelica's hands pulling the robe down over Lois Lane's shoulders to expose her breasts.

It was like watching a movie. Lois was too dumbfounded for a moment to do anything as the dickgirl pushed the reporter gently back on the bed, Lois barely resisting, the cock sliding down between her tits, leaving a hot, slimy trail of precum. The robe tugged down beneath the sensitive underside of the monstrous prick.

Lois Lane didn't wake up to her situation until her naked shoulders hit the bed, and the dickgirl with the enormous cock was on top of her, black hair falling from her face. Those hot lips pressed against her own...the spongy, swollen head of that incredible shaft poking against the hands that were still cupped between Lois Lane's legs.

That was when Lois knew she had to do something.