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Lois stared into a familiar masked face, one which she had seen many times from news reports on the metahuman criminals operating out of the ghettos of Dakota City. He was a hero—some said an alien—able to go toe-to-toe with a Kryptonian. A black superman.

The reporter shivered to think she had just taken a cuntful of his spunk. She had always had a more than professional interest in Superman...he had saved her from any number of perils, and they had teased each other so much, she thought maybe someday they would date...get married...have a baby...

Now, Lois Lane thought that future was fading away. Her pussy burned with a new excitement, new possibilities. Icon was still rock hard within her, and Lois began to rock back and forth, fucking herself just a little on her dick. If she came again, her cervix would suck up even more of that rich cream into her womb, increase her chances of conception further.

Her gaze roamed over his muscular chest, the well-defined abs clearly displayed by the skin-tight costume. His green cape was held in place by a round gold ring, his eyes hidden by a small black domino-mask that seemed to fade into her dark brown skin...a minor disguise in this day and age of face recognition, but Lois knew there was something else at work there, some alien technology or blur of superspeed that always rendered every photo just a little bit off...

The white pussy squelched on black cock. Icon hadn't moved for entire minutes, standing still as a statue, staring right ahead, and Lois wondered what was wrong with him. Am I not sexy enough? Is he disappointed? Her heart beat faster. Or is he...under their control, somehow? Whoever is behind this? If so...would this qualify as ****?

The thought was electric to Lois. It made her stomach queasy and her nipples hard. Somehow the idea of taking advantage of this big, black cock only made it more enticing than being forcibly bred had been. To had a black man this powerful captive to her pussy...Lois could feel herself panting now, excitement building, almost trying to will the next orgasm. She could almost imagine the conversation, later, when both of them were out of here...

"Oh no! We were both mind-controlled! Couldn't help ourselves!" she panted out loud, imagining confronting him on a rooftop, cape flapping in the breeze, her belly just beginning to show.

Black superman's babymama! Lois thought, squeezing his steel-hard prick as hard as she could. She loved the sense of power that came from fucking him, working herself up to a lather. The only thing that could ruin it would be...