Who Said Anything About Pulling Out?

"I admit it, I was scared before," Lois said, as Angelica began to pull the reporter onto her dick, the cock pushing in deeper. "Ooh, fuck...I wasn't...ready to admit...what I really wanted...oh right there, hmm."

They paused as Lois wiggled, rubbing the cock-tip against a part inside of her that felt so good. On the television, Frankencock was already working on shoving her dick in Igor's ass...but there was no rush for Lois and Angie.

"I called you here...because I felt a need. I think I was scared of what might happen, if I gave in to my desires."

Beneath her, Angelica was quiet, dark eyes locked on the reporter riding her cock, her hands helping to lift and push the woman's hips as she began to move more, taking the cock deeper, fucking the dick farther and farther into her pussy. The artificial moans of the porn stars on screen seemed far away, the two were locked in the moment, focused on the squeeze of cunt muscles around cock, the stretch of pink pussy around hard dick.

"The thing is...I've always been attracted to danger," Lois admitted. "And you, Angie, are very, very dangerous."

"Why do you say that?" The dickgirl smiled.

"Because...I think you wanted to empty those big balls of yours into the depths of my cunt from the very first moment you met me." Lois bottomed out, her whole body shaking. She had never taken any cock this deep before, it was almost uncomfortable—parts of her pussy stretched in unfamiliar ways—yet Lois Lane was panting with excitement, pussy squeezing as hard as she could around the base of the cock, grinding her hips in small circles. "I think you've been working for it. Trying to get me drunk...horny..."

That strange, self-satisfied smile graced the dickgirl's mouth. Her hands crushed the reporter's ass, squeezing it painfully, as though afraid to let the reporter go for even a second.

"...the...the thing is..." Lois was shaking uncontrollably now, rubbing her crotch against Blaze faster and harder, not wanting to lift up and down. A flush appeared over the reporter's upper chest, her face, even her ears...and Lois Lane's hands reached down to grab the dickgirl's forearms for support as the reporter tilted her head back and moaned. "I...want that...too..."

"That's good," Blaze said as she began to flex her ass, driving her cock up and down just the tiniest bit, driving the reporter wild. "Because I'm about to blow a huge load. Right into the mouth of your womb. You're right: I've been dying to breed you all night. You're so hot and ready for it..."

On the screen, Frankencock exploded, sending streamers of jizz over the face of Igor...and then the cock moved forward, over her face, to ejaculate straight onto the lens of the camera. Lightning flashed and thunder crashed as the scene ended in a blurry glaze.