Lois Asks Lana To Cum On Her Face

Sudden doubts aroused in Lois Lane's mind about the structural viability of the condom buried deep in her cunt.

"My face!" Lois Lane panted. "Pump your load on my face!"

It was an effort of sheer will that caused Lana to pull her crimson cock out of the reporter's pussy—and Lois Lane, her legs spread and feet pressing against the walls of the stall, groaned aloud as she felt her cunny nearly pulled inside-out in the process. Yet with Lana crawled forward...her condom-clad cock shadowed the reporter's face like a zeppelin emerging from the clouds.

Lois heard her lover's matching groan as, unable to hold back any longer, cum surged out of the massive prick. The tip of the condom inflated like a balloon. Lois watched in morbid fascination as the swelling condom tip inflated, dribbed...hung over her face like the sword of Damocles...

Then condom split.

A hot, salty flood hit the reporter's face. Her vision immediately went out as the burning jizz got in the reporter's eyes...but that was only the start of her troubles. Hot globs of thick, salty seed splattered her nose, ran down her cheeks, dripped into her ears. Cum flooded the reporter's nostrils, and Lois opened her mouth to suck in air...and Lana stroked her mammoth dick, aiming the spurting one-eyed monster at the reporter's gaping mouth, rope after rope of inhumanly thick semen filling the reporter's mouth.

Coughing, sputtering, sometimes swallowing, tears leaking from her burning eyes, Lois Lane told herself she had made the right choice....and Lana Lang gave a contented sigh as her dick, finally sated, drooped until the soft tip dangled on Lois Lane's sternum.

"That was...God. I know it's a sin, but I wish I could fuck you with a big dick every day," Lana said out loud.

As if in answer to that wish, Lois Lane's phone binged.