Lois Lets Lana Fuck Her Raw

Lois stared at the cock. The crimson tip was resting against her slit. She could feel the bead of pre-cum against her clit, seeping down into her lips. It was a lot of dick. More than the reporter had ever taken before.

She wanted it. All of it. There had been few times in the reporter's life when she had actually needed a dick inside of her, but she wanted this one. It wasn't just the weird, scarlet schlong itself...it was the person it was attached to. Lana Lang's baby blue eyes were staring at her with a pleading look that would have made the most hardened bastard hesitate. The reporter want to cuddle her and fuck her all at the same time.

"You have to pull out before you cum," Lois said. "Promise!"

The redhead plunged forward, and Lois felt her lips press against her own, the tongue sliding into her mouth, eager hands groping at her tits...and that crimson cock, that demonic dick, that Satanic schlong rubbing slickly against her pussy. For a moment Lois wanted to fight back...and then she let herself be overtaken. Legs spread wide, her mouth open to suck on that probing tongue, her hands reaching out to grab that curvy butt...how had she not grabbed that ass before now? It seemed to mold to fit her hand, warm and soft, softer than Lois Lane's own ass.

The cock pressed into the reporter's unprotected cleft. Lois breathed in Lana's scent as her pussy began to spread...and spread. It wasn't a long cock, but it was thicker than anything she'd ever tried to shove up her love tunnel before, and she could almost feel her tight pussy start to stretch...and then Lana's fingertips clamped down on her nipples and pulled, hard, and Lois opened her mouth to yelp in pain...and the reporter's eyes shot opened wide, the scream dying in her throat as the scarlet prick pushed forward, burying its entire short length into the reporter's pussy at a go.

Lois Lane had never tried to shove a warm can of cola up her cooch. Yet at that moment, she thought she might know. Her pussy was spread so wide it felt like it would break, the skin stretched taut around the fat girth of the prick, the weight and heat of the pecker astounding to her, beyond anything in her experience. She remembered those women who claimed that size didn't matter, that a pinkie was all they needed...

Obviously, those cunts hadn't fucked a big enough cock.

"I'll pull out," Lana whispered. "When you ask me to."