Maria Begs Lois Not To Knock Her Up

"Madre de dios! Please, no, anything but that. I...I can't afford a baby..." Maria babbled.

Lois Lane slapped her ass again, appreciating the way it jiggled around her cock.

"Your mouth says no," the reporter quipped. "But your body says 'breed me.'"

That set the tone for the fuck. Lois slamming her cock forward and popping it out forcefully, her hand slapping down to punish that ass until her hand stung. Maria babbling, crying, begging...not for mercy, but for Lois Lane not to cum in her.

"Please...my mama...I don't want to end up like my mama..." Maria said.

Lois Lane, her spanking hand tired, reached down and spread the red, inflamd buttcheeks. The dark dimple of Maria's asshole winked up at her. It gave Lois all sorts of ideas.

"What happened to your mother?" Lois asked, curious despite herself.

"She...she had fourteen kids. Pregnant her whole life. I don't remember her not being pregnant. Just always swelling up...until she gave birth to the twins...and her heart gave out." Maria said with a shudder. It made her asshole quiver and her pussy squeeze around the reporter's dick. "Daddy...he got so distraught afterwords...he would always spank us when we did something wrong. I was the oldest, I had to take care of the younger ones...so I got...most of the spankings..."

Maria trailed off as she suddenly realized the source of certain psychosexual baggage she'd been carrying around since her teenage years.

"That's a sad story, Maria," Lois said, unable to contain her glee as she sawed back and forth in the young woman's cunt. "So I'll offer you a deal. I'll dump my load in your ass instead of your fertile pussy...if you tell me everything you know about what's going on in this club!"