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Lois Lane lowered the phone and buried her face between Lana Lang's breasts. Her cock throbbed, harder than ever. She'd barely had a dick ten minutes, and already she could feel the stubborn determination to knock Lana up. All thought of her original purpose in coming to the club had vanished from her mind, all curiosity about the mysterious DMN app and how it worked and who was responsible for it pushed to the back of her brain. Right now, all Lois was interested in was how many times she could cum in Lana's cunt.

Said cunt squeezed her cock as if it wanted it. The redhead was hugging Lois Lane's head between her tits, rocking back and forth, hips grinding messily. Lana was lost in the moment, but they were still stealth-fucking, listening to the women move around in the bathroom, trying to keep their moans sub-audible.

The reporter's free hand slipped down the crack of Lana's ass, her middle finger squeezing between sweaty cheeks to press against the little pucker of the redhead's asshole. Not hard, not trying to penetrate, just to tease and make her gasp and keep her moving.

"Fuck!" Lana whispered. "Not my ass!"

Lois licked her sternum up to her neck, and Lana craned her head back to let the reporter's lips move up into the hollow of her throat, along her jaw...all while they moved against each other, cock firmly in cunt, the reporter's next load building up inside of her one micro-thrust at a time. The reporter pushed her lips up to Lana's ear, so she could whisper:

"Gonna spunk your cunt, Lana. Gonna knock you up. You'll have to call mommy and daddy and tell them that their precious daughter is a filthy slut that moved to the big city and now she had a big baby belly and no ring on her finger..."

It was working. Lana couldn't stifle the moan that came from her mouth, loud enough that Lois was amazed the women beyond the stall didn't hear it. Yet the fucking only intensified, Lana grinding her cunt on the reporter's demonic dick harder and faster.

"Fuck...f-fuck...I wish you always had a dick..." Lana whispered back fervently. "I wouldn't fuck anything else."

"Getting close," Lois panted, her finger really digging into that asshole now, still not penetrating but damn close. She wanted to drive Lana over the edge, make her cum...and then to cum inside of her. Already, the reporter was barely holding on. The pressure at the base of her cock was so intense that she could barely hold it, unfamiliar muscles trying desperately to keep from cumming even as her ass flexed to try and drive the big crimson cock deeper inside Lana's demonic cunt. "Where you do want this load, slut? Where do you want all this pent-up seed?"

"Fuck it into me," Lana was shaking with intensity. "Blow it all into my pussy! I'm safe, go ahead, I want to feel it!"

Not as safe as you think, Lois thought as she licked Lana's ear.

Lana squeed. The blue pussy tightened and squeezed as the redhead hugged Lois fiercely, her body wracked by climax, shaking with intensity...and that was enough for Lois Lane, who pushed and pumped and finally exploded deep inside of the redhead. A line of fire seemed to burn the whole length of the demonic dick, and as it burst out the tip Lois slid her tongue over Lana's face and fed it into her waiting mouth. The reporter could just imagine the spasming uterus slurping up the hot spunk being pumped into the mouth of her womb...and even though Lana's eyes were closed during their kiss, Lois raised the phone in her right hand and checked the stats:

Creampies: 02
Pregnancy Chance: 15%

The reporter's finger rubbed Lana's asshole harder. She had to cum inside Lana more. There was no way the reporter would be satisfied until the pregnancy chance hit three digits. Whatever else happened tonight, Lois was bound and determined to make Lana Lang 100% pregnant.