Bizarro Bimbo

Lois stared down at the bright blue rivulets of cum running down her legs from her gaping twat.

"Uh...honey?" Maria said. "Are you...okay?"

"Me am worse than okay." Lois said, her words slurring a little. The wine enema she'd had earlier was really kicking in. She felt pleasantly tipsy. The whole situation—her wrecked pussy, the smashed glory hole, all of it—seemed hilarious. The reporter's face shifted into a broken grin.

Idly, she began to finger her cunt. The stretching she'd just received had left it raw and sensitive, so even the cool air on her bare pussy caused it to sting a little...but she liked it. She shoved a finger in her hole, trying to scratch an itch, and felt the blue goop still deep within her.

"Me not want more cock," she rumbled. "Am not need more cum."

"O-okay, that's fine honey, you don't need any more cock tonight if you don't want it. I think you had plenty as it is..." Maria said.

"You understand," Lois said as she grabbed the woman's tit and squeezed. "Not need salty loads on my face, my tits, sliding down my throat. Not need hard shafts to lick, suck, and fuck. Me not need it right now, so bad."

The reporter pulled Maria close to her, and guided the woman's hand down to Lois' throbbing cunt. "You feel how cold I am?"

"Cold? You're burning up! I...oh...that guy...you're talking like him." Maria said. "So when you say you don't want it, you mean..." She pulled her hand away, and rubbed the bright blue spunk together on her fingers. "Uh...okay, well there's another gloryhole. But it's for paying customers. Are you...okay with that?"

"Me am not cheap," Lois said, licking her lips at the thought of the cocks to come. "Me not drain them all dry."