I'm Not On The Pill

Lois Lane's heart skipped a beat. She felt Lana Lang's demonic pussy squeeze down harder, drawing the cock in deeper, making it harder for Los to pull it back out. They were staring into each other's eyes, sharing a moment.

"It's a dangerous day for me," Lana said, watching Lois' reaction.

The reporter thrust forward, wishing she could feel the head of her cock batter against Lana's cervix, ready to explode at any moment. The pressure inside of her was incredible, and Lana's words were flicking little switches inside of Lois' head, thoughts she had never had before, putting **** into every thrust.

"Cum inside me," Lana whispered, hands reaching down to Lois' slim hips, tugging her closer in.

Lois needed no such encouragement. Her final thrust felt like the blue cunt was sucking her in...the pressure on her cock was incredible, the heat emanating from the redhead's nethers felt like it would boil the blood in the reporter's veins. Lois Lane plunged her cock in to the hilt until it couldn't press any deeper until she didn't think she had the strength to pull it back...

And then she released, in a long gasp that left Lois sucking air. A line of fire ran the length of her crimson cock and burst out of the weird smooth head. It was like nothing Lois had ever experienced, new muscles fulfilling their purpose for the first time, and the terrible pressure inside of her gradually eased as shot after shot fired out of her dick, reservoir draining into the endless welcoming embrace of Lana Lang's womb.

They stayed like that for a full minute. Lois expected to feel some backflow, to see the excess jizz bubble out of Lana's cunt, but when she looked down she saw they were sealed together so tightly that the velvety folds of Lana's pussy were crushing her fat prick. She could feel herself start to soften, the erection fading.

"You know, twins run in my family," Lana said. Her fingers were curling around her belly button. "They skip a generation sometimes. Mom says it'll be my turn."

Lois shuddered as the boner began to reverse its course, blood rushing back into tired tissues, growing erect inside of Lana once again.

"Lana...this has been fantastic, but I don't know how much more I have to give," Lois panted a little, starting into Lana Lang's big blue eyes.

The redhead's hands crept downwards and curled around Lois Lane's buttocks, rubbing and squeezing, pulling them apart. With a squeak, the reporter felt a wet finger tap-tap-tapping on her asshole.

"Oh, I think you have babies left to give me, Lois Lane," the redhead gave a wicked smile. "And don't think I'm getting an abortion, either."