Lana Lang Is A Grinder

In the bathroom stall, door locked, Lois was laid down on the floor, her head near the door. The redhead's face was a mask of intensity as she fed her condom-clad crimson cock into Lois Lane's snatch. The reporter's breasts heaved as inch after inch sank into her. Lois could feel the hard, filthy bathroom tile beneath her.

Lois grunted, her thighs spread wide, ass lifting off the floor as Lana pushed the last inch inside of the reporter. Their faces were so close that their noses almost touched, eyes stared into each other...Lois couldn't remember the last time she had felt so full, her cunny stretched by so much cock.

Then they heard someone enter the bathroom.

In a panic, Lana tilted her head and covered Lois Lane's mouth with her own. Striving for silence, the two women lay there, the cock throbbing inside of Lois, the raven-haired reporter's pussy slowly accommodating to its length and girth. Wondering what it would feel like when Lana was moving inside of her.

Except Lana didn't pull back. Her hips rotated...and her hand slid in between their abdomens...fingers digging through the reporter's carefully trimmed pubic hair. Lois moaned into her lover's mouth as the fingers found her clit...

That was just the beginning.

Lana ground her cock inside of Lois relentlessly. Her fingers never ceased teasing and rubbing the reporter's clit. The world seemed to shrink to just that filthy bathroom stall. Sweat dripped down the crack of Lois Lane's ass. Her tongue twined with Lana's. Their breasts rubbed against each other. Lois Lane's hands found her lover's buttocks and clutched onto them for dear life.

Slowly, achingly, the anticipation built inside of her. Lois felt light-headed as her pussy began to automatically spasm around the invading cock. Soft mewls were swallowed in Lana's hungry mouth. The reporter's legs rose in the air and brace against the walls as she writhed beneath the incessant grinding....reaching peak after peak...a chain of climaxes like nothing Lois Lane had ever experienced...

Until Lana broke their kiss, a line of spit drooling into the reporter's gaping mouth, and hoarsely whispered.

"Something's...coming. I can't...I can't hold it...anymore."