No Kissing On The Mouth!

Lois Lane's voice came out with more **** than she intended—and she was glad, right then, that Angelica Blaze couldn't see her face. Couldn't see the blush on her cheeks, the way the reporter bit her lower lip. The confusion of emotions in Lois Lane's eyes.

If Blaze had asked right then why Lois was so adamant on that point, Lois couldn't answer her. Yet the reporter knew the truth, even if she was loathe to admit it, even to herself. This, right now, was just sex. Fucking. If she kissed Blaze on the lips...then it would be making love. Then there would be an emotional connection. It would feel like...cheating. On Superman. On the idea of her relationship with Superman, as hypothetical as that was right now.

The dickgirl slowed down her pounding. She pulled almost the entirety of the dick out of Lois, only the head still inside of her. Lois wondered if she'd hurt Angelica with those words.

Perhaps she had. Perhaps that's why Blaze roughly flipped the reporter over. With inhuman strength, Lois Lane's shoulders were slammed on the ground. Angelica Blaze loomed over her. Suddenly, she didn't look so young. The expression on her face was unreadable...and the eyes, Lois Lane noted with shock, were pure white, without pupil or iris.

"You do not get to tell me what I can and cannot do, sweetmeat," Blaze said, and there was gravel in her voice. The dickgirl's hips slammed forward, fast and hard, and Lois half-groaned and half-gasped as the dick hit the back of her pussy.

"Ow!" Lois said. She squirmed, but could not break the dickgirl's grip. "You're hurting me!"

"I'll fuck you as I damn well please," Blaze said, as if she hadn't heard Lois at all. "And if I want to kiss you..."

The dickgirl's torso sank down. Those small breasts, nipples puffy and hard, pressed against Lois Lane's. Hot lips mashed against the helpless reporter's in a grim parody of shared passion, before Lois could stop her.

"...then I will," Blaze said huskily as she pulled her face away. A face that was flushed so red that Lois became alarmed. The heat that seemed to radiate from Blaze's body was baking hot. Those pure white eyes began to glow from within...and Lois Lane felt her gaze locked with those eyes, as through some terrible hypnosis, unable to look away.

"I'm going to cum, Lois," Blaze said, as her lower body moved on its own, hard and fast and deep, the reporter's slick pussy squelching noisily as it gripped the invader. "It's going to be a huge load. If you don't want to get pregnant...you better give me a damn good reason...to cum somewhere else..."