Ask About The Missing Women...While Fisting Them

"Now, ladies," Lois Lane said, a little strength coming back into her body as she pushed and pulled her fists in and out Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy's pussies. She could feel the muscles working in her forearms and shoulders, almost like when she was working a punching bag at the gym. "I'm actually having a great time, but I came here for a reason..."

They made quite a pair as they hugged...Ivy with her pale green skin, and Harley with her ghostly white skin. Lois admired the way their breasts mashed together, Harley's hands reaching down to grab Ivy's ass, Ivy's mouth buried in the Clown Princess of Crime's shoulder as her left hand traced a scar along her lover's thigh. The reporter got the impression that they were only half-listening, still enthralled by the way Lois kept teasing them, the hands half-emerging from their sodden cunts to stretch them to maximum, then sliding back inside so that the slack lips closed on the reporter's wrist...over and over, Lois working steadily, feeling the heat and tension build up again. She was going to make these bitches cum.

She wanted answers first.

Slowly, she got them.

The words came out in between kisses and moans. Lois could feel the aching tiredness in her forearms, the stinging pressure as Harley came like a freight train, her trained acrobatic body threatening to crush her hands as her whole cunny squeezed for dear life. The reporter pressed on, both with her questions and her endless cunt-pounding. She wanted the whole story.

Of the hot new crime boss in Metropolis, Angelica Blaze. Who had set up a club for supervillains, and was luring in local talent...young women from Metropolis University who helped fund their college educations by working as escorts, enticed into stop working freelance by promises of higher pay and free weed, provided by Poison Ivy. A very ambitious operation, all the more so because it had been set up so quietly that nobody had heard about it yet.

"But...huh, oh fuck right there, yeah, rub your knuckle against my g-spot...the villains have heard of it. Getting...a bit of a reputation..." Harley moaned and shuddered, but not as hard as before. Lois could feel her own strength waning.

"Ladies, I think I've got about one more in me," the reporter said. "So before the big finish...I don't suppose you have anything else to tell me about this mysterious bitch Angelica Blaze?"