Get On His Knees And Suck Her Cock

There was a velvet cushion on the floor before the bound reporter. Lex Luthor lowered his knees onto this. His left hand came up between the reporter's legs and hefted her hairless balls...and one finger, sliding along the smooth, ultrasensitive underside of her her scrotum, found the wet slit of the reporter's pussy. Lois was unable to resist a twitch in her hard cock, a bead of precum forming at the tip of her dick.

With his right hand, Lex grabbed the cock just behind the head and guided it to his mouth.

"Magnificent," he said, breathing in the scent of her prick, the head still scummy from her last ejaculation. "Everything I dreamed of...my own personal futa cock-****!"

Lois looked down, and saw his own erection, so pitiful by comparison, tenting his toga. The bald billionaire opened his mouth wide and encompassed the reporter's entire glans in his mouth at once...and Lois sucked in air as her cock grew stiffer as the warm, sucking sensation began, his tongue slurping against the underside of her prickhead.

There were no words, no clock, nothing to mark time except the regular sucking slurps of Lex Luthor, the bald light shining off his smooth dome, his left hand grasping the reporter's balls with soft, pulling movements, finger caressing the reporter's labia as he did so.

Bound and gagged between the columns, the naked dickgirl reporter was helpless...but neither was she being tortured, exactly. Lex Luthor was in his own world, sucking her dick with the casual dedication of someone who had all the time in the world, utterly lost in his own bizarre little fantasy—and Lois could not stop how good that hot suction felt on her prick. She could see now why men were such utter horndogs for blowjobs, and she knew if she had to live with this dick for the rest of her life she would need to find someone—man or woman—to give her head regularly.

Minutes must have passed, because Lex pushed his mouth deeper, jaw stretching to take more of her cock...and Lois could feel her cock grow stiffer, and a strangely familiar tingle at the base of her prick, the pressure building inside as her hips began to shift on their own. Another big load building up, slowly but steadily, her body hot and aching to dump that load...and unless something happened very soon, she knew she was going to dump that jizz straight down Lex Luthor's throat.

Except that Mercy Graves appeared...in a sort of Roman shift, too small for her body, a laurel on her mousy brown hair...and a strap-on almost as big as Lois Lane's cock, carved of ivory, jutting out from between her legs.