Lois Fucks Her Slow & Gentle

Lois Lane pressed the fat head of her crimson demon dick against Lana Lang's slick blue slit. She rubbed it up and down, getting the head good and wet. The reporter could feel her pulse thunder in her temples, giddy excitement flowing through her.

"You know, I always knew you were a secret slut. That good little Kansas farm-girl act never fooled me," Lois panted as she lined the head up right between those puffy azure lips and began to press forward, feeding her cock into the red-head. Lana moaned, but her pussy accepted the dick effortlessly, as though she was bottomless.

Lana Lang's insides were a liquid furnace, her velvety walls actually sucking Lois in deeper—she could feel them tugging at the cock, pulling her in even without her thrusting. The reporter couldn't keep a stupid grin off her face, even when she bottomed out, her hips resting snuggly against that fat blue cunt.

"You should be feeling this in your tonsils. I should be scraping the back of your fucking womb. Tell me..." Lois huffed as she began to pull her cock back out of the gash, fighting the suction all the way. "...tell me what it feels like, slut."

"In-incredible," the red-head muttered. She was trying to sit up, to see the fat cock that was splitting her in half. "I don't...I don't know where it's going. But I can feel all of it, inside me...somehow..."

"Oh, you'll feel me," Lois muttered as she let the suction drag her cock back in, and Lana gave a squeal.

That was how they did it, fumbling like teenagers at first. Lois would pull back until only the head of her crimson cock was still buried inside of Lana, and then she would let go, falling back inside of the red-head, drawn inward by that terrible, inexorable pull, only to drag it out again.

Only they weren't teenagers, but grown women. And as they slammed their crotches together, their hands and lips began to explore. They both blushed as Lana cupped her hands around Lois' breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze, and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter felt her face burn as she reached down and took one of the red-head's nipples in her mouth, sucking on it gently, letting her tongue rolls over the hard little mound of Lana's soft pink nipple...they moved and fucked slowly, drawing it out, each of them knowing it wouldn't last forever.

"I feel...like there's an emptiness inside of me...crying out to be filled..." Lana moaned.

"F-funny," Lois panted, arms shaking. She swore the suction was getting more intense, crushing her dick, refusing to let go. It took more effort each time to draw it back, and she was raising a sweat doing it. "F-feels like I'm about to explode. S-seems like a silly question, but are you on the pill?"

Lois looked into Lana's eyes, watching the big blue orbs stretch in surprise. The reporter gritted her teeth, feeling herself on the edge as she drew back for what would be the final time, knowing it all hinged on this moment. Waiting on what Lana Lang would say.