It Would Be Over

As soon as Lois said it, she knew it was true. What Superman would want a reporter that was already knocked up by someone else? Sure he was strong...powerful...kind...but would her really want her carrying someone else's baby?

The hand tightened on the reporter's throat, bringing Lois to the present.

"But what if you got ****? What if it wasn't your fault? Would Mr. Super really be so callous to discard you just because of something like that? I mean, you're not even fucking yet are you?"

Lois Lane opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her lungs burned, light-headed as that cock pushed in and out of her pussy. The third fingers squirmed its way into the reporter's pussy, stretching her hot little tunnel out painfully. She had never been that stretched before.

The fingers on her throat loosened and the reporter gulped in air. Her head was spinning. A sudden wave of euphoria ran through her as the blood rushed back into her head, and then a kind headache. Lights flashed before her eyes.

"Just think about it. If I came in you right now...if you got knocked up...it would be a test, wouldn't it? To see if Mr. Super really does love you. If he does, then great! You get to fuck him without fear. If he turns you away...then you don't have to hold back anymore. You could fuck anyone you want. As much as you want."

Lois coughed, drawing air into her lungs. her throat hurt, and maybe Angelica Blaze sensed that. Her hand slid from the reporter's throat to grab her hair, pulling the woman's head back while she crammed her dick as deep into the cunt as it can go.

"I'm about to cum. It's going to be a huge load. If you don't want it, tell me right now."