Lois Lane Begs For Lex Luthor's Cock

"P-please...Luthor...fuck...my ass...with your big...hard...throbbing...cock..."

Every word was a struggle. It galled Lois Lane to be in this position...to have put herself in this position. Her ass in the air, exposed, offered to Superman's greatest enemy. It was a betrayal, a degradation, abasement heaped on abasement...a part of the dickgirl's soul surely curled up and died at those words, and she hated herself for her weakness, her need, the lust that drove her to spit out the words with which she damned herself...

...because in truth, she could not remember being so sexually excited in all of her life. Her cock grew stiff, her pink asshole sucked at the billionaire villain's thumb, her whole body shook, super-sensitive. There had been times in Lois Lane's life when she had been horny, but this was something more primal, or more degenerate, than being slick and ready to go.

"Adequate," Lex Luthor said. His thumb roughly pulled at the reporter's anus, the other fingers along the base of Lois Lane's spine. "I would have thought you'd have a better way of words, as a journalist...perhaps next time. But for now..."

Something touched Lois Lane's asshole. The reporter was suddenly breathless, her entire consciousness focused on her ass. It felt huge, though all cocks feel bigger than they should when first touched against a hole...and Lois gasped as the swollen head pressed forward, to scrape against Lex's thumb, to stretch her ass open to the point of pain as it forced its way inside of her...and in that moment Lois Lane's entire body shook with a deep moan, as she knew she had given herself to her most hated enemy...and loved every second of it.

Yet Lex Luthor was not content with simply sliding his cock into the reporter's proffered ass. He had other plans for her.