Thank Blaze For Warming Her Up For Him

The demonic dickgirl hissed and turned, pulling her cock out of the slut's dripping slit. She barely had time to register the Kryptonian's presence before the air cracked, and a palm slammed into her forehead. Lois Lane ducked as the scarlet form went sailing over her head, crashing into and through the mirror, that exploded into a million pieces.

When the rain of shards had stopped, Lois looked up and saw a pair of red feet sticking out of a hole in the opposite wall...and then a cool breeze blew across her back, all of the broken glass pushed away in a single blast of super-breath.

Lois waggled her ass and moaned as a familiar hand cupped her pussy, three fingers sliding easily into her dripping slit.

"I should thank her for warming you up," Superman said. "Whose slut are you?"

"Yours," Lois said, squeezing around her fingers. "She got me so hot and bothered...don't leave me waiting, daddy!"

The last word sent a thrill through both of them. In truth, Lois wouldn't have let herself get into a position for Blaze to penetrate her except that she knew there was already a car in the garage, so to speak. Superman wasn't exactly the jealous type, but they both knew that they were made for each other...Lois Lane was Superman's slut, and he was her stud.

A burst of red light and heat zapped out. Lois closed her eyes a millisecond too late, seeing bright lines across her vision...and saw that the hole the demon had landed in was now sealed with raw glass, only the scarlet toes poking out.

"I don't want anyone to interrupt," Superman whispered as he pressed the head of his cock against her hole. Lois grinned as she felt his hands roam over her body. Squeezing her breasts...wrapping around her throat. She gasped as he pushed in hard and deep, all in one go. Just like he had all those weeks ago, when his seed had finally taken hold.

"What was Blaze up to, by the way?" Superman said as he **** her down. She felt her toes curling as her quivering body was pressed against the floor. She loved it when he was forceful, even though she knew for him this was only the merest fraction of his strength.

"Something about the mirror...trying to turn me into a bigger slut," Lois said. "I don't think it worked, though."

His hands groped her massive tits as he began to move inside of her. Every thrust pushed Lois to her limit. Every gasp made his steel-hard Kryptonian cock harder. She loved it when he treated her like his personal fucktoy, his cumdump, and he knew she loved it too. Because that was how both of them expressed their love.

"I've been thinking," he said. "About a little surprise for my slut."