With Her Mouth

Although she'd had a dick for less than an hour, the reporter could feel the demon in her tight pants straining to bury itself in that pussy.

But that's probably exactly what Blaze wants, Lois Lane decided. She tried to remember what Jacinda Blood had told her...obviously, the demon wanted Lois to waste whatever power Etrigan's priapic prick had on this human slut. The reporter could almost smell the woman's eagerness, the pussy squeezing and unsqueezing, juices dripping down over the exposed asshole.

There's more than one key to undo this lock, the reporter told herself as she got on her knees before the pussy.

As a woman, Lois knew what she liked when it came to oral sex. Now, face to face with this pussy, she mentally prepared herself to put that into practice. Her lips pressed against the inner thigh, pressing and sucking hard against the tender, sensitive flesh. One after another she planted a line of kisses...the skin bruised with hickies that approached the pussy...and by the time Lois Lane's tongue ran over those quivering lips, she felt the hot splash as the quim squirted, just a little, onto her cheek.

The dickgirl's reporter strained so hard that the waistband of her pants cut deep into the flesh beneath the glans. It throbbed and squirmed as she ran her tongue from the smooth skin between pussy and asshole, over the hot, leaking lips, to fasten on the little clit and suck gently on the stiff little button.

Like a cat or dog lost in its ablutions, Lois ran her tongue over the pussy again and again, tasting the tart, acidic juices that flowed freely from the cunt. Always she returned to attack that stiff little clit, sucking a little harder each time. The reporter could only imagine what effect this treatment was having on the woman...for she was sure that it was enough to drive any woman to the height of ecstasy...

And at last the quivering quim spasmed, utterly unable to control itself as hot juices sprayed out into the reporter's face...and a deep moan came from behind the wall...only for a door to slide away.

Revealing another room, another door...and another fucklock.

This one was paler, smaller. The feet were planted on the floor, the ass presented to Lois as if the woman was bent over...and this time, heavy rings pierced the labia, preventing access to the fucklock's pussy.

"And how," Blaze's voice boomed down from above. "Are you to open this lock?"