Nothing Prevents Lois Lane From Cumming

"Cumming!" Lois Lane's voice contained a note of rapture.

"Oh God," Maria whispered. "Yes! fill me up"

The reporter buried her cock deep inside of Maria's hole...and too late, the young woman tried to crawl away, and Lois was right there on top of her, inside of her, as a line of liquid fire ran the length of her cock and burst out the tip...and Lois slammed herself forward, unfamiliar muscles squeezing as she strove instinctively to empty each white drop deep inside of the unprotected cunt she found herself in.

Maria collapsed as the reporter's full weight crashed down on her, and she squirmed like a fly without its wings as Lois shuddered and came...and came...and came, the violet eyes rolling back in her head as it felt like she emptied a lifetime's worth of seed inside of the young woman in one tremendous, ongoing ejaculation. Until the reporter's muscles squeezed and her cock was in agony, and it felt like she was pissing blood...and Lois let out a pained grunt as even then, she sought to push out the last little drop that seemed to be hanging off the tip of her dick, when it should be going inside of Maria's womb.

"Great...Caesar's...ghost..." Lois said with a sigh, when she was capable of speech again. "That was amazing."

"Yes," Maria said, her voice sad. "I wish I'd cum."

Lois blinked, dragged out of her reverie.

"You didn't cum?" The reporter shook herself. "Then I'll make you cum! I'll make you cum hard! I'll make you cum your damn brains out!"

"Yeah?" Maria lay collapsed on her back, staring ahead, probably imagining the reporter's cum swimming around in her snatch. "How are you going to do that?"