He Wants To Fuck Her Directly, No Playing Around

Lois Lane couldn't read the Joker. His scarred, painted face gave nothing away, his body moved unexpectedly. One moment she was rubbing her ass in a cream pie, and the next he's grabbed her by the knees and she was on the floor, legs bent back, ass arching up so that her cream-filled cunt met his sickly-looking dick.

"I'll bet there's nothing you can say that would make me happy and sad at the same time," the Joker said, his face twisted in that permanent grin. His pale glans stirred the remnants of the pie as he searched for her entrance.

"Your dick is bigger than Batman's," Lois said, in desperation.

That made him pause. The corners of his mouth flicked, teeth appearing and disappearing as the lips did a little shutter...and then his green eyes narrowed and got cruel.

"What's the difference between a lightbulb and a pregnant reporter?" He said.

Lois Lane's blood ran cold. He knew. He'd known all this time.

"You can unscrew a lightbulb," a woman's voice said...and the reporter, who had been prepared to fight, suddenly felt the edge of a blade at her throat. She looked up at the shadow that had fallen across her and saw who held the knife. A tall, lanky Asian woman, dots painted on either cheek...

"Punchline," Lois gasped, remembering the name of Joker's latest partner.

"That's right," the woman said. "Fuck her good, Mister Jay. I expect the viagra will kick in soon."

"Ah, my dear," Joker said as her put his full weight on the reporter's knees, forcing them back to the reporter's shoulders. "Do you know why it takes a hundred million sperm to fertilize one egg?"

Lois Lane's lips were a tight line. The Joker had found her cunt and was sliding in and out, churning the remains of the creampie inside of her at the same time.

"Because they won't stop to ask for directions!" he said with a laugh...a laugh that went on and on, a mad cackle that echoed in the reporter's ears as he plunged his prick inside of her again and again, never relenting, bouncing up nd down, her spine aching as though it would snap...and all the time, Lois Lane's fear was caught between whether Punchline would cut her throat or if her partner would cum in the reporter's unprotected cunt.