Show Lana The Screen

Sanity intervened, as a wave of guilt ran over Lois Lane. She had already cum in Lana once, she couldn't keep trying to impregnate her redheaded lover without her knowledge or permission. With a sigh, she turned the phone so that Lana could see the screen.

The blue eyes got big...and then bigger. The redhead let out a breath.

"That..." she said, and Lois prepared herself for the deluge of recriminations and hysteria that was sure to come. "...is totally hot!"

Lois blinked.

"Bwah?" The reporter said.

"You totally have to cum inside me again. I want to see how high we can get the percentage." Lana looked around the filthy bathroom. "Maybe not here, though. You want to go to my place? Or maybe we could go to your place?"

"Yeah, we could get a cab," Lois shook her head. "Wait, are you okay with this?"

Lana grabbed the reporter's neck and pulled Lois in for a kiss. Her hot lips pressed against the reporter's own, and then her tongue slid against the reporter's teeth. It took the reporter half a heartbeat to open her mouth and let her lover's tongue into her mouth, their spit mingling in each other's mouths...and Lois found she closed her eyes, losing herself in the warmth of those lips, the eager exploration of each other's space...and then, finally, they broke it.

"I should tell you," Lana said, huffing. "I've got this really **** desire to get knocked up. Do you think you can help me with that?"

The reporter's cock throbbed in her cunt. Lois managed to nod.

"Good. Now: Your place or mine?"