Lois, Will You Marry Me?

Lois Lane leaned back and glowered between her legs. Her pussy was poised above his lips, the masculine jaw jutting upwards like God's own cunt-rest.

"Smallville, is this really the time and place?" Lois said irritably. "We're supposed to be focused on Kara!"

"I can't really marry her," Superman said. "She's my cousin."

The blonde Kryptonian, who had the Man of Steel in hand and was rubbing the tip of his cock back and forth along her slit, sighed.

"I mean, we could on Krypton. Polyamory was legal...even expected. Here, if you want to marry your cousin and his hot girlfriend everyone thinks you're weird." Supergirl said.

Lois looked up in surprise. "Wait, you want to marry me too?"

Kara smiled shyly. "I mean, who wouldn't? You're beautiful, intelligent, funny...sexy..." She bit her lower lip and made doe-eyes at Lois. "I wish we could both marry you. So we could make love together all the time."

The reporter's mouth dropped open. She shut it. Opened it again. No words came out.

"You don't have to decide right now," Superman said. "Just...think about it. I mean, if you just want to be friends...lovers...we can still do that. But if you want to be more..."

Lois shook her head and planted her pussy on Superman's face. She was so unnerved his nose actually slid into her slit, and the reporter gave a little "Yeep!" of surprise. Kara laughed. The blonde let go of Clark's cock to grab ahold of the reporter's small breasts. Her blue eyes drew close to Lois Lane's own.

"Maybe Clark doesn't need an answer right now...but I do," Kara said as she drew closer. "Do you want to marry us, Lois? Do you want to join the House of El?"