In Her Own Mouth

Mercy's hand clamped hard on the back of the reporter's neck, forcing her down with brute strength while the bodyguard's other hand pumped at Lois Lane's cock. The reporter gasped in surprise, struggled to breathe...and saw, at the last moment, her own dick seem to swell. The small lips of her urethra part. The white ribbon ascend straight toward her face.

Liquid salt on her tongue, slightly bitter.

Lois swallowed instinctively.

It didn't stop.

Her cock jerked and spurted, the most massive load of its short life, rope after creamy rope spilling out one after another Mercy was laughing, as the second and third rope of jizz flew from the reporter's dick to splatter against her own lips, and Lois was suddenly into it, licking at her own spilled cream, tasting her own cum for the first time.

All things come to and end; the endless fountain of jizz petering out after a mere five or six shots, thought for Lois is felt like forever. And when the torrent of splooge ended in a dribble, Mercy relaxed her hold on the reporter's neck and held the goo-drenched hand up to her mouth.

"Eat it," the bodyguard said, eyes wild. "I want to see you eat your own spunk, like the good cockslut you are."

Lois, lost in the moment, eagerly licked at the warm, sticky jizz on Mercy's hand. Beneath her, Maria reached out, rubbing the reporter's pussy even as her strap-on rubbed back and forth inside the reporter's hole.

It had been a long time since the reporter had allowed herself to just live in the moment like this. She wanted to fuck and be fucked. Touch and be touched. To taste everything, to feel it in her holes. All concerns about disease and pregnancy were washed away as she slurped at the last bit of sperm in Mercy's knotted fist.

She didn't even see the taser until Mercy touched the cold metal prongs against her stomach.