Stuff Her Holes

Naked.

On her knees.

Ass in the air.

Body hot.

Sweat dripped down her ribs.

Breasts crushed into the cold, hard floor.

A hot dribble of spit ran down the crack of her ass. Strange hands spread her cheeks.

The tiny dildo stuffed in Lois Lane's pussy wasn't enough. Not for Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. Not for Lois either. She bit her lips as she reached back with both hands and spread her labia. Harley giggled and sucked a peach-colored veiny dildo. Ivy sat on the reporter's head as she held Lois Lane's buttocks apart. Drooled her strangely toxic saliva down into the reporter's exposed holes. Almost immediately, Lois could feel herself wetter down there than she had ever been.

Which was good, because Harley slid the second dildo in next to the first. Lois quivered beneath Ivy's weight as it stretched her tight little twat. Her hungry cunt wanted more. More cocks. More stretching. Lost in a masochistic haze by Ivy's biochemical manipulations, Lois wanted nothing more that moment than to be split in two, to cum as her cunt was torn apart.

Harley, however, was only keen to see how many of these toys she could stuff in the reporter's slit.

The third dildo was long and skinny. Lois Lane chewed her lower lip as Harley had to muscle it in there. **** her poor pussy to stretch to take the fake cock. So much inside of her...but Lois wanted more. The more it hurt, the more it ached, the closer her labia came to splitting, the more her rewired brain came to climax...and then Ivy, who rested her chin in the crack of the reporter's ass, her breasts pressed against Lois Lane's lower back, said:

"Don't leave her ass empty, Harls."