Mercy Rides The Cock Hard

Naked and riding on top of the dickgirl reporter, Lois Lane stared up at Mercy Graves as though seeing her for the first time. Every part of her was slim, tight, and hard. Lois could count the ribs peeking through her skin, her stomach was a hard six-pack of exposed muscle, her breasts small and a bit flat, with puffy pink nipples. Muscles bulged, not too bulky to slow her down, but evidence of the wiry strength that went through her whole frame. There were scars too...old ones, faded, pink lines criss-crossing. Evidence of a life of ****...and the hazel eyes that burned into the reporter's own were intense beneath the mousy brown hair, the lips twitched into a strange smile...

The pussy was shaved, with a hint of stubble. The inner lips didn't protrude past the labia as Mercy pushed herself down on the reporter's cock, and the clitoris was hidden in its hood, and Lois thought it looked obscenely like a second mouth sucking her dick.

Mercy's hands pushed into the reporter's upper arms, thumbs resting on those nerves on the inside muscles that Lois knew would hurt like hell if the bodyguard pressed hard into them—but she didn't. It was like an instinct, just wanting the reporter to stay where she was as her hips raised and lowered at their own pace, rising and falling faster than Lois was comfortable with, the hips slamming down against her pelvis harder than she would like. There was nothing of romance in it, but those strange eyes were fixated on Lois, and as the reporter met that gaze she wondered what Mercy was seeing.

The lips peeled back, showing teeth. Lois could see the pupils dilate, a little color starting to spread across the bodyguard's cheeks. She wasn't breathing heavily, but Lois could feel her own heart beating faster, her hips twitching as she struggled to push back against those descending hips, the head of her dick sliding into that tight pussy, scraping against what she hoped was Mercy's g-spot...

It was a weird kind of fucking. Lois could feel the cum churning inside of her, the pressure building and ready for release, slowly but surely. It took long minutes to get there though, she had so little play in her hips, and Mercy seemed utterly uninterested in foreplay or pillow talk. At last, as she felt herself nearing her limit, Lois said:

"I'm...getting close..."

The smile edged wider, showed more teeth. A worried tremble ran down the reporter's spine.

"You've got...birth control...right?"

The hips moved faster, bed creaking ever so slightly. The palms of Mercy's hands were damp against the reporter's arms, and she could see that the bodyguard was into it.

"It's okay," Mercy said at last. "Cum in me whenever you want."

The bodyguard loomed over Lois and brought her face down within an inch of the reporter's own. Her hands moved to Lois Lane's collar bone, thumbs resting there as if promising future pain if Lois disobeyed.

"You're not going anywhere for a while." Mercy said.