Chapter 13 by Zeebop

What is Blaze's eighth question?

What If You Loved The Taste of My Cum?

Lois Lane couldn't talk with her mouth full. Yet just at that moment, it was like a switch was flipped in her brain. The little tingle of salty pre-jizz on the tip of the demon's cock was like...dark chocolate. It wasn't that the flavor had changed at all. Yet the way it filled her mouth, the way her body was suddenly shaking and **** for it, reminded the reporter of nothing else than when she took that first bite of Godiva chocolate and knew she'd have to put hours in at the gym this week because she was going to eat the entire box at a sitting.

The titjob suddenly became real.

The reporter began to rub her swollen tits against the hard cock in alternating waves, raising her left tit and then her right, lips locked on the rubbery shaft, sucking hard as a crack whore that needed her medicine. Blaze rested her hands on Lois's head, not guiding her, but simply holding her gently as the reporter bobbed away on her cock like a madwoman, squishing the scarlet schlong between her bountiful breasts.

Blaze sighed in contentment.

"If only Superman could see you now," the demon said, fingers combing the reporter's hair. "Big, slutty tits. **** for my cum. Waiting for my next question."

Lois thought Blaze was getting close. She could taste more of that precum, and it was like an aperitif, stirring her hunger. The reporter hated herself for what she was doing, but it would have taken more than an act of will to pull her mouth off that tasty dick...

"Tell me, Lois—what would be the worst question I could ask?"