Would Batgirl Fuck Me?

Lois Lane's heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she forgot to breath. The world went out of focus. Then she slid her arm around those thin shoulders and drew Supergirl into a comforting hug.

"So you do like her," the reporter whispered.

"I mean...it's not like I don't like her..." the blonde said, a blush burning across her cheeks. "I mean, the capes don't always hide the butt...or those legs...and since I've, y'know, we've..."

You pounded my pussy into oblivion. Lois didn't say, her lady parts still felt bruised and raw.

"Now that you're exploring your sexuality," the reporter said gently. "You think you might like to explore it with...her?"

"I mean, I don't even know if she swings that way. I didn't know I swung that way." Kara whispered. Now that the first peak of sexual excitement had died down, the sex-crazed, dirty-talking, cunt-jackhammering personality was quickly vanishing. Lois felt an almost maternal affection for the young woman.

"You're both grown women. I'm sure if you...made your feelings known...and gave her an opportunity to respond, she would tell you whether or not she reciprocates your feelings."

The blonde sniffed. "You mean, like you did?"

The reporter thought back to her sexts, the shot of her pussy... I really should do a before-and-after, she joked mentally, because I'm not sure my cunny will ever be the same.

"Well, maybe not something exactly lik—"

"Would you help me do it?" Supergirl asked, suddenly excited. "I mean, I could just be bent over, and she could see my pussy and ass and everything, right?"

Lois blinked. This was going in an unexpected direction.

"You go get your phone, I'll get in position."

And that was how Lois Lane was holding her camera as Supergirl posed on the bed, skirt bunched up about her waist.