The Stranger Fucks Her Ass

Warm hands, soft but strong, pried apart the heavy cheeks of Lois Lane's ass. Something hot and wet drooled down across her little pucker—and the reporter moaned around the cock she was sucking, as her anus instinctively flexed and squeezed—and then something warm and spongy pressed against her—

In the mirror, the other Lois Lane's face was a mask of panic. Pain. As the cock behind her slid forward...as she felt the sharp tense of pressure, the first rush of pain...and then it was inside of her, like an old friend, her ass gripping the shaft as it slowly stretched her out. It felt familiar...comfortable...like doing a split, the muscles tense and uncomfortable for a moment, but then there was a sense of satisfaction. Fullness.

Lois felt bad for her reflection. The one who obviously hadn't had a cock up her ass before. Who tried to scream around the cock that pushed at the back of her throat, whose eyes were bright with pain. How terrible it must be to not appreciate the warm length slowly moving in and out of her soft, meaty ass...

Pathetic skinny bitch, Lois thought, staring at her reflection. Instinctively, the reporter pressed back to meet the thrusts of her scarlet lover. Felt her tits begin to swing. Relaxing her throat. Enjoying the sensation of the cock plunging into her ass from behind, the dick pushing in and out of her mouth. It was like being spit-roasted...and as the heat and friction built, Lois could feel her juices trickling down her thighs.

It felt so good to be a slut.

I'll bet she wishes that she could be more like me, Lois thought, staring at her reflection...almost willing it to change.