Lust

Lois Lane had never been one of those narcissists that liked to see themselves in the mirror as they got fucked. For her, sex had always been a time to think of who she was making love to, how good it felt, how she could make it better for them both. Consequently, she had never seen her own face as a hard, hot cock slipped into her tight, wet pussy. Had never seen her eyes dilated, her whole face flushed, nipples hard and tits start to bounce as the first slow stroke pushed in deep, letting Lois feel every inch.

Great Caesar's ghost, I look like a slut, Lois thought to herself.

The other-Lois on the far side of the mirror seemed to agree. Hands held the reporter's wrists back, and Lois balanced on her knees, leaning forward as the stranger's hips flexed and the cock thrust slowly in and out. Eyes locked on the mirror, Lois and Other-Lois found it more and more difficult to distinguish who was who. In one moment, they were the thin reporter with the small breasts, in the next moment the shorter and curvier shortstack getting her plump pussy pumped.

It was like one mind in two bodies, switching back and forth with each thrust. Both Loises were lost now in their own lust, in the long-delayed sexual gratification, and now that the strange dick thrust hard and deep into their pussies, it was as if something leaked across that silvery membrane held in the frame before them. Memories, sensation, essence shifted as the reflection and the reflected began to shift and merge...until a balance was reached, and there was no longer Lois and other-Lois.

One reporter, getting fucked...but a little different than how she had begun this night.