Use The Condom

Lois Lane bit her lower lip. She was stuck between a rock and a hard cock. Some last lingering worry, or common sense, told her she didn't dare take that dick raw. Not today. It was too dangerous. Angelica Blaze was too dangerous.

"Alright, sweetmeat," Blaze whispered. Lois heard a rustle. The dickgirl let the wrapper flutter in front of her face. "We'll play it your way."

Bound to the cross, her pussy aflame from the whipping, Lois stared down as the dickgirl unrolled the condom onto her girthy prick. It wasn't as long as she feared, not when looking at it close up. A bit more than average...but thick as three fingers put together. She pulled the condom on. It was a vivid red, and almost seemed to be made of some kind of skin instead of latex...and the spines on it were conical little nubs, arranged in alternating rows.

The better to ravage Lois Lane's cunt.

The dickgirl unrolled it all the way to the base. A small pack of lube was poured over it, and Angelica smiled that Mona Lisa smile as the spikes glistened wetly. Lois saw that heavy sack; imagined how much sperm they could pump out, and was glad that she had chosen not to go raw. That was a very dangerous dick.

Planting her feet wide. Angelica stood in front of the captive reporter. Bent her knees and lowered her cock until it rubbed against the reporter's aching lips, the little spikes catching at the sensitive flesh. Lois gasped—and she couldn't tell if they were gasps of pain, or pleasure, or both.

"What do you say, sweetmeat?" Blaze whispered. "You want me to go slow...or all at once?"