Let Lois Fuck Herself On Her Invisible Cock

The invisible lover didn't move. They were naked—at least, Lois thought they were—she could feel bare skin beneath her thighs. Lois almost laughed to think what she must look like, squatting in mid-air over the toilet...but the reporter could look down between her legs and see where her pussy lips were spread open, and invisible shaft embedded in her cunny....jizz dripping down the invisible cock gave the outlines of it.

Lois grabbed onto the sink for support as she began to move. Her invisible lover's hands shifted to hold her arms, and the reporter accepted the help. It gave her something to press down on to pull herself up. So she could haul her cream-filled cunny up until that fat head threatened to pull her inside out...then to sink back again, a little deeper this time.

It was slow, patient work. Lois held the cigarette in between her lips and puffed away. The nicotine buzzed in her veins as she slid up and down, up and down, a little further each time, the cock spreading her so wide as she pressed herself downward...by the time Lois flicked the butt, burnt down to the filter, into the sink, she could see the outline of the head distending her lower abdomen, and feel the rubbery ridge of the glans scrape against one of her favorite spots inside...and Lois began to inch back and forth there, not moving much, just rubbing that one spot over and over and over and...

The reporter's little mewling wail caught her by surprise. Her whole body shook, all the strength sliding out of her legs and hips as her cunny spasmed. Lost in her climax, the reporter's toes curled...and then her heels slipped.

Lois Lane's yelp was loud in her own ears as her ass landed firm in her invisible lover's lap, and the cock punched painfully deep. The reporter groaned as her poor cunny was stretched past anything in her experience. The violet eyes wide as she stared at the smoke that still hung in the air, her cunt **** open wide...and then Lois felt the cock throb inside of her.