It Is Lust

Lois moaned as Angelica Blaze's tongue dug deep inside her pussy. It was so rare for her to have a lover so considerate and skilled, and she was reveling in the dickgirl's care and ministrations. She wanted Blaze to hear her as she gasped and moaned, to feel her thighs quiver and tense, she wanted...

More of that dick.

Angelica raised her face, licking her lips, chin sticky and dripping. Her stare was one of primal lust, and it sent a shiver of anticipation down the reporter's spine. She hadn't been looked at enough like that in her life. No woman had.

It isn't love, Lois told herself as she spread her thighs a little wider, inviting Blaze's dick back into her warm depths. The dickgirl lunged forward, cock digging into her thigh as she missed her target on the first thrust, her hand desperately struggling to sort out their bits.

Then Blaze was inside her again, and Lois gasped anew as the pleasant girth seemed to stretch her all over again. They fell into a steady, eager pumping fuck, the reporter raising her hips to meet Angelica's cock, which began to slide in and out with easy, familiar strokes, balls slapping against her ass in a steadily increasing rhythm.

For a time, Lois forgot her mission, her job, Superman, everything. She was for a brief period just a woman getting fucked. All the cares and worries of the world evaporating in the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the half-painful kisses and Blaze bit softly on her neck, holding her in place like a lion to a lioness. Lois clung to her lover and felt her cunt spasm in uncontrollable tremors, body shivering so much that she was afraid she was going to pee...and then Angelica growled and her pussy felt wet and warm and so very full...

...and Lois Lane smiled, a sense of terrible peace and fulfillment as her lust was temporarily sated.