Paper—Lois Wins!

Mercy Graves swore under her breath as the reporter's hand covered her fist.

"Best two out of three?" Mercy asked.

Lois snorted. "I don't think so. Get on your knees and suck my cunt, you beautiful slut."

The bodyguard's cheeks flushed. "You're lucky you're pretty. Anybody else says something like that to me and I'd wear them like a glove."

"Save it for the honeymoon," Maria said dryly. Her hands came down on Mercy's shoulders, and the bodyguard took the hint, dropping on her knees. Lois Lane lifted her cock up and laid it across Mercy's face as the bodyguard's warm tongue ran over her labia.

Lois reached down to run her fingers through Mercy's mousy brown hair, a little last drop of jizz oozing out into it. The bodyguard's face was hot, flushed...embarrassed, angry, but turned on. The reporter knew how she felt. As the tongue began to scoop gobs of cum out of the sore, fresh-fucked quim, Lois almost wondered if Mercy would get knocked up...or if she herself would. If one of them did get pregnant, Lois knew she wouldn't be able to just abandon her.

"Get deep inside there," Lois said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Unless you want me to get pregnant. Then you'd have to take responsibility, wouldn't you? I'd bet you'd just love for me to be all big and swollen with your baby, and every day you'd come home and I'd clean your cock and you'd eat my cunt..."

The reporter thought she felt Mercy shiver a little...but no, it was Maria, who had a hand at the back of the bodyguard's head, pushing her face into the reporter's cunt.

"You heard her, dickgirl!" Maria said. "After all, Mr. Luthor is going to be angry enough if his bodyguard gets knocked up by one of his test subjects, much less if you impregnate her..."

Oh right, Lois thought, suddenly sobered. Lex Luthor. Almost forgot about him.