Until Lois Is Pushing Rope

Lois Lane found her tongue hanging out of her mouth, panting hard. Her once-mighty rod, so hard and rigid, now slid in and out of the sloppy pussy slack as a wet noodle. The dickgirl's spirit was willing, but even she had come to her limit after shooting a couple loads in quick succession, and with a careless overestimation her cock slipped out of Maria's cunt, and could not get back up.

"Okay," the reporter said, feeling very sleepy. "I think...I need a minute."

"Puta, you need to go get me some ice," Maria told her. "I think you wore a rut in my pussy."

The naked dickgirl collapsed next to the young woman, one arm draped across her lover's breasts. While Lois had never been that particularly into women during her life, she felt that she was definitely a convert now. A pleasant post-coital haze settled on her, and she tugged the unresisting young woman close, so she could kiss her shoulder.

"I wasn't kidding when I said I wanted to make you pregnant," Lois told her. "Did you ever think about having kids? You'd look so sexy with a big belly."

"Dios mio, no." Maria shook her head. "Couldn't afford a baby, even if I did meet Miss Right. This place, it was just supposed to be a job, you know? Feed them the cocktails, get the girls alone, have a bit of fun, see how they react to the toys..."

"Like the rabbit vibe you used on me?" Still tired, the reporter couldn't help but poke. "Has anything like that ever happened before?"

"No. Usually, I think, they just try to...make women like women, or make them horny. First chica I know to grow a cock." Maria's hand stole down to her belly. "Fuck, I don't know what I'm going to do if I am pregnant."

"I'll help." Lois assured her, then immediately asked: "Who are you working for?" Not bothering with the whole 'if you don't mind me asking.' She could feel the excitement of the chase now.