When She Cums In Lois Lane's Ass

There was nothing less for Lois Lane to say. Her she was in the bathroom of an underground club, bent over as this complete stranger slid her dick in and out of her asshole. The reporter shivered, focusing on the sensations of her ass getting fucked. It was new, strange, weird, terrible...

"...I think I really like getting fucked in the ass," Lois said aloud, her voice registering her pleasant surprise.

She had never imagined that anyone could be a natural at anal sex. It wasn't even that it felt better than getting fucked in her pussy. But as the dickgirl slid that cock in and out, a little deeper and a little faster each time, Lois found herself panting like a bitch in heat. By the time those heavy balls were slapping against her ass, Lois Lane was having to bite her tongue to keep from howling, her ass so hot, the tip of the dick hitting deeper than it ever could in her pussy.

Lois reached back between her legs and rubbed her, pussy clenching as if wishing that it was getting the torrid fucking that its sister hole was getting. The reporter was stifling screams of pleasure and Angelica Blaze above her was grunting like a beast, sweat dripping off of her to splatter the reporter's back.

The dickgirl caught a grip on the woman's shoulder and began to pound her cock in even harder, pushing it the full length into the reporter's stretched and burning asshole as though she were trying to cram her balls and everything else in the reporter's gaping rectum as well. Lois Lane's hand was a blur on her clit, and she felt the pleasure rising and rising and rising...

Her final cry could not be contained, loud enough that they must have heard it in the club. Lois Lane's asshole clenched tight as a virgin **** mule on their first run, unable to close because of the hard cock holding her open. Blaze gasped and tried and failed to tug her dick out...and just as Lois felt the first peak subside, she felt the hot liquid goo shooting into the depths of her rectum.

Angelica Blaze pulled her cock out of the panting figure of Lois Lane with a wet pop. The reporter's asshole spasmed, already feeling empty, but she clenched the burning orifice as tight as she could, not wanting to let any of the sperm escape. Holding that warm, gooey treasure inside her recently-violated ass for as long as possible.

"Get dressed," Blaze said, when she had caught her breath. "I'll show you where the women are."