Lois Can't Last Much Longer

The human body can only take so much fucking. Eventually even the chemicals of love and pleasure exhaust themselves, receptors in the brain fully engaged, body temporarily exhausted of its ability to make or process more. And when that happens, when the high of sex takes off, there is only aching pain and exhaustion. Like the marathoner that hits the wall, the limit where their body is on the point of collapse—and Lois could feel herself fading, edging toward that final biochemical reckoning.

If Supergirl didn't cum soon, she was going to fuck Lois Lane to ****.

The reporter wasn't ready for that to happen. And the best defense, Lois Lane knew, was a best offense.

In fevered desperation, the woman let go of the headboard and grabbed at the superheroine's shirt.

"What...what are you doing?" Supergirl's fuck-rhythm stuttered, taken aback by the raven-haired reporter's sudden move. Lois found the edge of the blonde's shirt and lifted it.

"Your tits," she gasped, grateful for any respite. "I want to see your tits."

In a display of bashfulness that could not help but be supercute, the epic fuck-session ground to a halt as the blonde superheroine blushed and raised her shirt over her head, displaying her small breasts. Lois Lane was stunned for a moment at the perfect symmetry of the champagne glass tits—the first that the reporter had ever seen which could have formed molds for the popular shallow vessels. But as her hands gently touched the warm, soft hemispheres with their hard little pink nipples, her purpose returned to her.

Body screaming, Lois sat up, her lips drawn to the young woman's left nipple. Felt the body tense as she took it between her teeth, knowing that nothing a mere human could do would harm those delicate nips...and she began to move her hips.

Supergirl gasped as she felt the end of the dildo stuck in her recently-violated cunt begin to move. It was one thing to do the fucking, and quite another, Lois knew, to get fucked. Now the table turned, the exhausted reporter moving as hard as she dared, massaging that tight young body, sucking and biting on those nipples, fucking her with the silicone dick...

Even a supergirl could not long withstand such an ****.

Lois Lane held Kara through the climax. The bed shook in response to her thighs, the whole apartment rocking as though a small earthquake were centered right there. The broken fragments of the dildo, crushed beyond recognition, fell onto the bedspread.

Lois held her tight and whispered all the sweet nothings that a horny, pent-up twenty-something wants to hear.

"You can fuck me every day, anyway you want. My panties will always drop for you, I'll keep a vibrator in my cunt so I'm constantly wet and ready, my pussy is yours, my tongue is yours, I want you to fist my pussy and wear it like a glove..."

The dirty talk rambled on, never repeating, Lois trying to think of all the things she wanted to hear when the gates of sex finally opened to her. Kara Zor-El sniffed once, as her body stopped shaking.

"Lois, do you...I mean..." The big blue eyes were wide, painfully open, finding the courage to ask that one question that she needed answered.