Endure The Endless Ass-Fuck

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Whatever else Lois Lane was—and at the moment she was splayed out on the floor of the bathroom like a bloated frog, her distended belly pushed against the cold wet tiles, the dickgirl above her rhythmically pounding her ass without let-up—she was not a quitter. She didn't know why the dickgirl wanted to fuck her pussy, or why she at least wanted the reporter's permission to stuff her cock into Lois Lane's cunt—but the reporter was determined not to give it to her. Even if it meant her ass was in shreds by the time this was over.

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Angelica Blaze's balls slapped against the reporter's labia. Her cockhead gouged deep inside the reporter's colon. The dickgirl let her weight press down on the reporter's back, squashing the bloated belly into the floor, which only increased the pain that Lois felt. The reporter grit her teeth, fingernails scraping against the blackened grout between the tiles. Hoping that somehow, if she just rode this out, she would gain the strength and opportunity to escape.

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Except that the dickgirl seemed tireless. Her cock never stopped moving, and Lois could feel the burn in her asshole spreading and intensifying from the endless friction. A part of her hoped that the passage would at least let some of the water drool out of her, but if that was the case it was so little that Lois could barely feel it. Instead, she simply shivered as her ass was ravaged freely, her guts bloated and nearly paralyzed with pain as her stomach tried to expel the built up fluid and gas, but unable to do so because of the fat fucking cock pounding hard into her backside without let up.

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Minutes ticked by, marked only by the steady slap-slap-slap of the balls, until Lois Lane felt her pussy was swollen and red. No one came into the bathroom; they were all alone with the sea of humanity just outside, and that made it all the worse, the more inexplicable. Lois had hoped after a while that someone would come in, that there might be a chance if Blaze got distracted...but there was nothing to draw the apparently insatiable dickgirl away from her single-minded purpose of busting another nut inside the reporter, one way or another.

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The sound was enough to drive Lois Lane nuts, above and beyond the feel of those taut testicles slamming against her pussy. The dickgirl's hands slid under the reporter's body to grab at her tits, fingers squeezing between the reporter's chest and the floor, and still Lois felt too weak to stop her.

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Just cum, the reporter begged mentally. Just blow your load and let your cock shrink and I can end all this.

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Parts of her ass felt almost numb, stretched to the limits of their endurance for too long. The rest simply hurt. The cock never stopped, the dick sliding into an ass already filled to the brim with water and jizz, and Lois tried not to think about how her body would be slowly trying to process all of that, absorbing it through her membranes, filtering it into her body...because the pain was too much, her swollen belly as much as her poor ass, and Lois began to pant, wondering how much more of this she could take.

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