"...Give Me A Kiss?"

The dickgirl reporter paused as she prepared to thrust, her cockhead plugging Maria's cunny, the young woman shivering...and that was what this was all about, the reporter knew. Maria. Making it so that she could live her life. For a moment, in the haze of lust and the need to get her pregnant, Lois Lane had forgotten about Lex Luthor and the kryptonite and all the crazy technobabble about Kryptonian genetics. This was what was important, right here.

"Of course Maria," Lois said as she leaned forward, her cock sliding into that sperm-slick channel until her balls squeezed against the young woman's ass. Their faces drew close, and Lois tilted her head so that their lips could meet. "Of course."

Their lips brushed against each other. Lois took Maria's lower lip in her teeth as she ground her crotch against Maria's pussy. The stiff cock stirring up all the jizz inside of her. Maria gave a little moan..and Lois let go, pushed her tongue forward into the inviting mouth. The reporter's hands came down to squeeze her ass...and then Lois began to stand, legs straining as she held the woman's full weight. Pressing the ass back against the edge of the table.

Even as Maria squirmed, her hot, sweaty thighs rising over the reporter's slim hips, ankles cross behind Lois Lane's buttocks, something was wrong. The heat between them was too unnatural, the electric ecstasy of that squelching furnace of a cunt couldn't conceal the strange rumblings within the reporter's body, the odd pains, the terrible driving need, the pressure that was building up too fast within the reporter's crotch.

Lois could feel it inside of her. The cock still impossibly hard. No man could cum like she had and still be this stiff. No balls could produce enough sperm for the kind of ejaculation she was preparing to blow inside of Maria again...and yet Lois couldn't stop the movement of her hips. The hot breath shared between them as they lost themselves in the kiss seemed to melt the reporter's brain. Something was happening inside of her...the reporter could feel it.

Yet she didn't know what it was...and she didn't think she could stop it.