Chapter 16 by Zeebop

How many creampies does Lois get?

Lois Loses Count. Enough To Make Her Pussy A Cum-Soaked Mess.

Cannabis has a way of making time stretch like taffy. As the **** hit the reporter's system, Lois felt herself detached from the moment, her internal clock gone drippy as a Dali painting. The only measure of time was the schluck-schluck-schluck of Ivy's mouth on a cock—punctuated by a hot mouthful of sperm being pushed into the bound Lois Lane's helpless, quivering quim.

Not that Ivy ever stopped there. As one flaccid cock left and another shuffled into place, I've lips and tongue had their way with Lois Lane's helpless pussy. Never for long. Never quite long enough to get off. Yet Long enough to deliver a little more **** to the reporter's system, and to leave her wanting more, even as a great lassitude settled into her limbs and Lois sagged in her bonds.

At first, Lois tried to keep track. Her pussy tried to squeeze out the jizz, which dripped into Ivy's red hair as she busied herself with the next client. Then even that was too much effort. Dull-eyed, Lois could only wait and watch...and Ivy would always be back in a few minutes, with another tongueful of sperm, another deep and meaningful delve into the reporter's box...and Lois Lane began to grind her hips against the villain's face, as her eagerness grew, as the heat suffused her body.

She needed to cum. Wanted to cum.

It was a long, slow **** that held Lois on the edge of climax...and Lois only knew when it was over because Ivy was taking more time than usual, eating her pussy. The reporter moaned aloud, ass cheeks clenched as that velvety tongue slid up and down her inner lips, as those hot lips settled on her clit and gently sucked...and finally, as Ivy's finger slid into the cum-filled-cunt, to gently stretch Lois out.

Sperm oozed over the villain's finger. Lois had lost count of how many creampies had been spat into the gaping chasm of her pussy. All thoughts of pregnancy, STDs, were vanished. She was operating at the animal level, a primal need to get off...and as Ivy's tongue and finger worked to accomplish just that, Lois razed her dazed eyes to the camera, and whispered:

"Harley...I hope you're watching."