Rock Paper Scissors

The three disentangled themselves. Lois Lane and Mercy Graves stared at their cocks, cum dripping out of their pussies. Mercy twisted, dealing with back pain, the now-sticky Kryptonite double-dildo in her hand. The bathroom stall was crowded.

"Y'all should do rock paper scissors," the young woman said, as she winced and rubbed her lower back.

"What?" Lois asked. "Why?"

"To see which one of you is going to suck the cum out of the other's pussy," Maria said. "I mean, unless you want to get pregnant."

Mercy Graves looked at the young woman strangely. "That's asinine. Ridiculous. Juvenile."

"Oh, so you want to get knocked up?" Lois asked.

"I didn't say that!" Mercy turned on the reporter.

"Then I suppose you just don't want to eat your own splooge out of my sore cunt!" Lois countered.

"I didn't say that either!" Mercy growled. "Though personally I think you'd look good with your stomach all swollen up with my baby!"

"Yeah? Well, I'd like to see ou waddle around with my twins in your belly, cunt!" Lois shot back.

"Bitch!" Mercy yelled.

"Slut!" Lois shouted.

"You're pretty when you're angry!" Lois blurted, face suddenly flushed.

"You're always pretty! So are we going to do this!?" Mercy held up her fist.

Lois Lane took a deep breath, and held up her own fist.

"On three." The reporter said, deadly serious. Mercy nodded.

"One," they shook their fists.

"Two," Maria smirked as the women locked eyes with one another.

"Three!"

Mercy Graves fist stayed there, pointed right at Lois Lane's kissable lips.

Rock.