Lois Lane's Need To Breed

"Hold it in, Lane!" Lex Luthor ordered. "I am your master, and you will only cum on my say so! For a woman of her age it should only take eight or ten min—"

The reporter's upper torso twisted. Her elbow crushed into Luthor's trachea. A gasp and gurgling hiss issued from the naked billionaire evil genius as he collapsed, his cock popping out of Lois Lane's ass with a wet smear. Lois Lane wasn't sure whether he was dead or merely stunned.

Neither did she care.

Her hand smacked down on Mercy Grave's ass, hard enough to leave a red print on the muscular buttock. The reporter leaned down, her breasts pressing into Mercy's back as Lois brought her legs up so that she could hump the bodyguard without mercy.

"I'll cum," Lois whispered hoarsely in the brunette's ear. "When and where I fucking want to!"

The reporter's hips slammed forward. Her cock buried deep. She grabbed Mercy Grave's breasts and mauled them, her ass rising and falling, the bodyguard unable to escape from the huge pounding prick plundering her poor pussy—and moaning like a whore as Lois Lane's teeth bit into the woman's ear.

It was freedom—a kind of freedom that Lois had never known. The tight tunnel was so hot it seemed like the ravaging cock would melt, the body shuddered and shook beneath hers, cute gasps of pain and pleasure hissing from Mercy Grave's lips every time the reporter bottomed out, the pressure inside of Lois building and building with each aching thrust...

...and Lois Lane did hold on, as Mercy Graves rubbed her clit with terrible abandon, lost in the moment of mating like animals. Not because Lex Luthor ordered her to, oh no...she waited until Mercy stiffened and shook beneath her, cunt clamped tight as a vise around a cock buried to the hilt inside of her, the swollen purple head pressed up right against her cervix so that Lois could feel the spasms kiss the tip of her dick. Lois waited, even though she felt she was about to explode...

...because then and there, her every instinct was to breed Mercy Graves like the bitch in heat that she was.

A scream of triumph ripped through Lois as she finally let loose into the spasming bitch cumming beneath her. It echoed with Mercy's own scream as the scalding seed burst like a wave against the cervix. Pain flared in the naked bodyguard's belly as with each pulsing throb, millions of sperm burst right against the sensitive orifice. The cock was too big, too hard, too hot, the cum too much...and when Mercy's knees gave out and she collapsed onto her own tits, Lois fell down on top of her, still humping away at the twitching body beneath her, trying to squeeze out every drop.

It was a while until the moment had passed, and Lois Lane, panting and spent, found herself lying atop the still, strong form...cock aching, inner abs twitching from the unfamiliar workout, thighs burning...and she saw that Mercy's face was turned to the side, one hazel eye open and looking out of the corner of her eye at the reporter who had just inseminated her.

Lois grinned and, on impulse, planted a kiss on one burning cheek.

"Was it good for you?" she whispered.