Lois Silently Adds More Lube

It must have been the weed. Lois could feel how light-headed she was, her whole body felt somehow light and unearthly. She'd never had much experience with marijuana, and over the long minutes of getting fisted, that and the ****...it must have loosened her inhibitions, among other things.

That was the only reason Lois could think of for why she reached out, grabbed the bottle of lube, reached back and squirted it out so that it drooled out over her pussy and Maria's wrists. The young woman rubbed her wrists together, never taking her fingers out of the reporter's stretched twat. Slowly, carefully, Maria began to move her hands back and forth...pushing and pulling, the reporter's cunny stretching and distending with each stroke...but Lois could feel it working. The hands slipping in a little deeper every time.

"It's going in! Oh goddess, I can feel it..." Maria said, unable to keep the excitement from her voice.

"That is impressive," a new voice cut in. A shadow fell across Lois and she twisted, turned to see who else was in there with them. Her eyes opened wide. Unless she was hallucinating, that was...

"Mercy Graves!" The reporter blurted.

"Lois Lane," Mercy gave a grim smile. Lex Luthor's bodyguard was dressed in her typical grey chauffer's attire, the pixie cut brown hair hidden by the cap, hazel eyes locked on target. She was shorter than most women, but Lois knew that Mercy Graves was all steel springs and whalebone, deadly in a fight...and utterly unlike her name.

"I was sent to find you," Mercy said to Maria, "And I see you've gone on a little detour."

"I...I can explain!" Maria said, a quaver of fear in her voice.

"You will," Mercy said, and she placed her boot on Maria's back. "But first..."