With A Pillow Under Her Ass

It was just a matter of them both finding a comfortable angle and position to get cock and cunt at the same level...which was eventually accomplished by Lois raising her hips and sliding a thick pillow under her ass. The Penguin then slid forward...and looked down to admire the whore he had hired for the evening as he rubbed his stubby, thick prick against Lois Lane's freshly-eaten cunt.

"My dear, you are lovely," he said with genuine admiration.

Then he rubbed smooth, swollen head once, twice, three times up and down her labia...and pressed in. Lois was unable to suppress a momentary grimace as he took a couple of short stabbing tries to find the entrance to her pussy...but then he pressed in, letting his weight press down on her...and the reporter's eyes went wide as the girthy middle section of his prick stretched her poor pussy out...and then he was in, pressing her thighs further apart, hands on her knees.

The Penguin stared down at his conquest imperiously. She had the distinct impression that he enjoyed any position that put him over someone else. His mouth worked, a little drool running over his lower lip and down to his chin.

"Touch yourself," he ordered.

Lois blinked, hesitated. His hips began to move back and forth. He wasn't pulling the cock in and out of her as much as sliding back and forth inside of her, the bulge threatening to pop out but never quite doing so.

"Touch yourself, my dear," he said. "I want to see you cum on my cock."

His small, dark eyes watched avidly as Lois Lane's right hand moved up her body, the soft pads of her fingertips rubbing her clit. The reporter's left hand went to her breasts, pressing against the sensitive nipples. It felt good...but unease stirred in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure if she could cum like this.