Chapter 19 by Zeebop

How does Lois respond?

Drop To Her Knees And Pull His Robe Open

Curiosity was always Lois Lane's kryptonite. It was what pushed her into dangerous situations, where any sensible person would shy away or slow down, she would rush toward the danger. Perhaps too, the thrill of her new cum-enhanced physiology had sent her on an adrenaline high...her heart hammered in her chest, her nipples were hard, pussy wet.

So it was that she almost felt like someone else as her knees hit the carpet and her hands pulled the bathrobe wide.

He did have a beer belly, covered with dark hair, the navel stared at her like a rheumy eye. Beneath it, there was a fold of fat, and then the short dick, soft and dangling over a spider's nest of dark hair.

The reporter's hand came up between his legs and buried themselves in his bush, to feel the soft mass of his balls. Her forehead slammed against the underside of his gut as she fed the tip of his pecker into her mouth. Lips sealed against the foreskin, and Lois inhaled...

It was like a vacuum pump. A strangled grunt was dragged from his throat, like a pig being throttled. The reporter's extra-long tongue swirled around the shaft as it grew and hardened in his mouth. Her fingers clutched his balls firmly, one found her taint and pressed against the doughy, sweaty mass to stimulate his prostate.

Sausage-finger hands gripped the frame of the door for dear life. His face grew purple, apoplectic, his knees bent and threatened to give way as Lois began to move, slurping noisily and with inhuman speed. A dull ache spread up his left arm as the Daily Planet's greatest reporter pressed hard against his taint, his vision narrowed, his balls tried to crawl protectively back up inside his body, and in less than a minute a salty load washed Lois Lane's back teeth.