A Kiss

Lois Lane crawled over her lover's body. Her mouth was quite full. She was smiling.

There was a strange look in Maria's eyes as the reporter pressed her sweaty body against hers. As the reporter's hands clasped on either side of her head, drawing her mouth up against the reporter's own.

A shiver of alarm went through the young woman as she felt Lois Lane's lips lever open her own. As the first gob of the torrent rushed from the reporter's mouth. Sharing her precious treasure.

It had been, if not a ritual with Lois Lane, then something she prized. Her private reward for giving head to any lover was to give it right back to them. To stare into their eyes as they swallowed their own cum, as they had thought to make her do. And now, having sucked all that jizz out of her lover's ass, Lois felt the need upon her to make Maria taste it.

In her arms, Maria at first thrashed and struggled, pulling at Lois but unable to get away. Their tongues wrestled in silent, angry conflict as the shared splooge went back and forth, back and forth between them. Long enough that Lois felt her cock go hard against, pressing against the young woman's body.

It was a conflict that could know only one end.

At last, the fight went out of Maria. Her body went limp. And she swallowed.

Then they just held each other for a long time, holding the kiss. Maria closed her eyes, lost in the moment. She did not open them again until her lover's lips left her own.

"Maria," Lois Lane asked softly. "Who do you work for?"

"She works for me, Miss Lane."

The naked reporter turned to the sound of the voice. Lex Luthor stood there silently, flickering gently in the dimness of the dressing room.

A hologram.

"What is this, Luthor?" she growled, not bothering to cover herself.

The hologram smiled.