Chapter 17 by Zeebop

What Does Lois Do?

Bury Her Face In Ivy's Pussy

Even as she felt Ivy pressing her pollen-covered hand into shape to delve deeper into Harley Quinn's fertile twat, Lois Lane decided it was time to avail herself of what pleasures were available. In this case, that meant craning her neck and smashing her face back into Poison Ivy's dripping pussy.

The soft, surprised moan from the redhead's mouth was music to Lois Lane's ears. The nectar dripping from her puss seemed to have changed in texture and taste, becoming sweet...absolutely delicious in fact...and the reporter's tongue delved deep into the red-furred lips, looking for more.

"Red?" Harley said. "What's going on?"

"N-nothing!" Ivy panted. "Our...guest just caught me unexpectedly. But let's focus on getting you knocked up..."

Harley's pussy felt tight against the reporter's fingers, slick and sucking the pollen off her hand. Yet Ivy was guiding Lois Lane's hand in deeper, tucking the thumb in the middle, trying to **** the reporter's whole hand into the criminal clown cunt.

It was working, though. Lois could feel her fingers pushing deeper inside the warm, tight pocket. Ivy's grip was firm as she dragged the reporter's hand forward, even as Lois Lane's tongue delved deeper into the plant-woman's honeypot.

It was as weird a three-way as Lois Lane could ever have dreamed...and then with a wet squelch she felt her entire hand enveloped in the tight channel, and Harley Quinn gave a quivering moan, squirting her juices onto the reporter's leg.

"F-fuck me, Red," Harley said. "N-need to do this a l-little more often!"

"I just hope the pollen reaches your womb," Ivy panted. "Wanna plant my seeds in you...watch them sprout..."

All the plant-sex talk ignited Lois Lane's imagination. She gave one last long, lingering lick to the pussy in front of her, tongue traveling from clit to asshole...and then she spoke up.