Lois Cums Her Brains Out

It was slow in building. Lois Lane shook, body moving as Lex thrust into her, forcing her dickgirl cock into Isley's tight green pussy. The woman's hands dug into the reporter's breasts, her tongue slick and sticky as maple syrup as it locked in heated combat with Lois' own. They moved together, picking up the pace gently, both of her tormentors focused on driving the half-braindead reporter to further heights of pleasure.

Somewhere, deep inside the fuzziness that surrounded her thoughts, part of Lois wanted to rebel. She could feel it, a deep sense of danger, underlying the sensation of the hard cock splitting her pussy, the tight twat squeezing her cock. Some terrible instinct that told her to fight or fly...

...but instead she fucked.

Lois Lane fucked like a dog in heat, feeling the burning spit of the strange redhaired woman slide down her throat, a liquid heat driving her body on faster, more earnestly, her once-spent dick raging hard again, Luthor's condom-covered cock churning up her own cum inside of her pussy. The woman that had been the Daily Planet's greatest reporter felt the last dregs of her self control slip away as she lost herself in the rut, muscles twitching and clenching as she pounded harder and was fucker harder in return, the bitch beneath her squirming as they drove on.

The climax was building inside of Lois—and she recognized, dimly, that it was going to be a big one. Something told her that was wrong, dangerous. Her bloated prostate ached, cum reservoirs not yet refilled, but unable to stop the relentless shifting of hips, pressure growing steadily inside of her, demanding release...and at the same time her pussy felt wet and raw, but also spasming randomly, uncontrollable, eagerly trying to milk the cock that was fucking her. The reporter was reduced to a creature of pure instinct, unthinking, just moving, kissing, fucking and fucking and...

Her pussy clamped tight. Luthor hissed at the sudden pain, his dick almost snapped in half as Lois Lane's entire lower body seized up. The dickgirl's cock, suddenly rigid, squirted slightly, a dropped squeezed out too sudenly—and then that became a torrent, female orgasm setting off the male orgasm, dick screaming as the irresistible liquid load was **** down through the shaft.

Lois Lane broke the kiss and arched her back, mouth wide for a scream of exultation...and shivered and halted in mid-climax, body spasming uncontrollably. Neither Luthor nor Isley could see what was happening behind those wyes, but they could feel the former reporter quiver and shake uncontrollably, a thin trickle of blood seeping from one nostril...

Beneath her, the redhead cursed. "Synaptic seepage. It's happening..."

And inside Lois Lane's head there was...nothing. Thoughts ceased, awareness itself flickered on a knife's edge. Rolling echoes of mini-climax traveled up her spine, and in that moment there was no more Lois Lane, the woman lost, memories being shuttered as chemical connections collapsed, neural activity trickling down to a crawl.

Isley puffed, as the bimbo's dick twitched, emptying the last of her cum into the redhead's cunt.

"I hope you know what you're doing, Luthor." She shook her head. "Because I don't know if she's coming back from this."