Supergirl Is Getting A Little Out Of Control...

It was like a switch had been flipped inside the goody-two-shoes Last Daughter of Krypton. Lois Lane was holding onto Blaze's handlebars for dear life, because behind her Supergirl was ramming her hard, and even with the whole length of the scarlet succubus between them, the Daily Planet's greatest reporter could feel the impact as the Kryptonian's fist pushed deep inside of the demon's quim, almost as though she was punching the crimson cock-teaser's womb...and Blaze, her pure white eyes open as wide as they could go, was definitely feeling it.

There was a tiny twinge of concern for Blaze, back in Lois Lane's mind. Because every punch made the demon moan into the reporter's pussy, and the thrill of that vibration hummed through her hot tunnel, and some of those moans sounded more like pain than pleasure. Yet most of the reporter's concern was for Supergirl.

The look on Kara's face wasn't one of ecstasy. It was a kind of single-minded mania. Her elbows were working, thrusting her arms deep inside the demon's cunt, first one and then the other, and though Lois couldn't see the blonde's twat, the reporter knew that it had to be dripping...but this didn't feel like making love. It felt like working out some kind of deep pent-up frustration.

She's hate-fucking us, Lois realized as the Supergirl's upper lip twitched and quivered. The blonde superheroine brought both of her hands together at the demon's backdoor, and a look almost like fear flickered across Blaze's eyes.

"Let's see how you take two hands," Kara said to herself, puffy little nipples jutting out hard and erect.

"Kara..." Lois said. "Stop. You're hurting her."

"Correction: I'm about to hurt her," Supergirl said. "I'm going to stretch her cunt out until I can fit my foot into it...then maybe I'll..."

"Kara, stop." Lois said, a bit of her father's command voice creeping into her tone. "This is supposed to be about having fun and feeling good. Not fucking people like you're trying to get **** or something."

The blonde looked at Lois Lane...and for a moment she was that innocent creature that Lois had deflowered, not too long ago.

"I know you might have seen a lot of...violent things in porn," Lois said. "But real life isn't like that. It isn't about how much you can stuff into her holes, how wide she can be stretched out before her pussy breaks, how much pussy juice she can swallow...I want this to be a positive experience, for all of us."

The reporter licked her lips, hoping that she was getting through to Supergirl. The young woman looked confused, horny, not sure what she wanted or should want.

"Let's change places," Lois suggested. "This doesn't have to be about you fisting either of us. Let Blaze and I make you feel good. Because I want...I want you to cum. But not like this. I want you to know what feels like to be loved."