Honestly

And there it is. Lois thought to herself, feeling her heart skip a beat. What do I want? I mean, I could be pregnant, right this second...and the sex was amazing! But do I really want to start a relationship with a demonic dickgirl? Do I want to start a relationship at all? And then there's...Superman.

Lois reflected on her history with the Man of Steel—which seemed to go back for decades, even though she knew it was really only a matter of years, one crazy adventure after another, from common criminals to cosmic menaces that rewrote history itself—and she had often dreamed at night of the might-have-beens. Married. Kids, maybe.

But from where she was sitting, polishing off the last taste of champagne in a bar full of topless waitresses, cum still leaking out of her fresh-fucked cunt, that world seemed very far away.

"This has been a wild night," Lois admitted after the silence had stretched on too long. "And we did have a moment. A very pleasant moment. One I'd like to experience again."

The reporter fluttered her lashes. "That is, if I understand you correctly, and if you'd like to pursue a...real relationship. I'd like it if we got to know each other a little better." Lois blushed. "I've never had a girlfriend before."

Angelica slid forward, one knee on the ground, the other bent. Her cock was hard again. She took Lois' left hand in her own. The shemale bowed to press her lips against the reporter's fingers...and Lois' heart leaped up into her throat. A part of her was scared of what Blaze would say next...but another, more insistent part of her was dying with anticipation...