Lois Won't Fuck Unprotected...But There Is Another Option

Lois Lane sighed. She steeled herself. The reporter knew what had to be done, but actually doing it...

"Go sit on the toilet. Hold your cock straight up," Lois told Lana Lang.

There was something about her tone...the determination in it. The set of her jaw. The redhead, holding her cock in both hands, did as she was bid. Staggered onto the seat, held her cock high...and Lois Lane found her jacket, and the secret inner pocket where she kept the one-use sachet of water-based lubricant.

Lois was glad, as she tore it open with her teeth, that she had completed an enema before she had gone out to the club.

The reporter shut the door of the stall behind her. Emptied the lube into her palm...and as Lana Lang sat there, watching, Lois split it between her asshole and the big red cock. The air inside the stall grew close as Lois back toward her lover and bent her knees...guiding the swollen monster to her asshole.

Too late, Lana Lang was the voice of reason.

"It won't fit, you'll never..."

Lois Lane's violet eyes flashed.

"Never tell me what I can't do!" The reporter said. She pressed the tip of Lana's cock against her little pucker. "This cock is going up my ass if I have to make it fit!"

Lana Lang held her breath...and watched with terrible fascination as the crimson cock slowly disappeared up Lois Lane's asshole, as the reporter pressed down harder. Every millimeter that disappeared into her bum, every microscopic fraction of an inch that asshole was **** open wider, the redhead was sure that Lois was going to tear...but once Lois Lane set her mind to something, she followed through.