Spoiler Cannot Resist Ivy's Command To Fuck Lois Lane's Ass

It was like being drunk. That sense of not being entirely in control of their bodies. Lois Lane found herself on her hands and knees, born down as the wooden strap-on, still slick and warm from Spoiler's ass, pried her buttocks apart. It felt as thick as a baseball bat, and yet the reporter's asshole opened like a flower.

"Deep breath," Spoiler whispered hoarsely. "Gonna tear your ass up, mommy. Gonna fuck your butt so good..."

Lois Lane sucked in air. Her whole body tensed. Then released. Her ass squeezed tight, then opened—and seemed to suck that thick wooden shaft inside of her. The reporter's eyes squeezed shut, her face a mask of unrealized ecstasy as the young heroine drove her hips forward with surprising strength, pushing Lois Lane's ass wider and wider. So much deeper inside of her than Lois had ever imagined.

Until Spoiler's hips slapped into the reporter's ass.

The caped crusader's hands came up to squeeze the reporter's tits. She pressed her body across Lois Lane's, so that for a second the reporter supported both of their weights. Hot lips pressed against her ear, and whispered, so softly that Poison Ivy couldn't hear.

"I'm gonna move now," Spoiler said. "I can't stop. I'm going to tear your ass up. I can't stop. Not until it's inside out. When we get out of this, I'll make it up to you."

When. There was confidence in Spoiler's voice. A dead certitude. Lois Lane wished she felt that same confident.

Then Spoiler pulled back. Gloved hands gripped the reporter's hips. The caped crusader ground the wooden shaft deep in Lois Lane's ass for a moment, as if loosening muscles.

Then she pulled herself back...and the ass-destroying fuck truly began.