A Man—And He's Going To Fuck Her

The grip on the reporter's ass tightened. Lois could feel the big thumbs dig into the crack of her ass, prying the soft buttocks uncomfortably wide apart—and then she felt the head of the glans rub against her labia, getting the rubbery knob wet with her juices. She swallowed hard, her aching legs suddenly shivering. It might have just been the position she was in, or the fact that she couldn't see it, but the head of that cock felt really big.

Aimee bit her lip, fingers stealing below her belt as she watched Lois Lane's face with single-minded intensity. She sucked in her breath as she saw the reporter's violet eyes grow wide, the jaw drop open as the cock began to slide into her...and into her...until the reporter shook as the cock pushed deeper than she had imagined.

Lois Lane had never been a size queen. Some of her partners had even been a little too big for her, the heads of their cocks striking a little too deep. Perhaps it was the position she was **** into, folded nearly in half and stuck in the wall at waist-height... Or maybe it was just the **** that made her so turned on, so wet. Whatever the case, it felt like the cock was pushing deeper than any she'd ever had, and stretching her pussy further than it ever had before.

The cock was barely inside of her when Lois felt the edge of her climax, and that shocked her too. Normally she never came from penetration alone. She needed foreplay, clitoral stimulation, about ten minutes...yet she recognized the signs as the pleasure built and built inside of her, ready to erupt.

Maybe I just haven't been fucked by a big enough cock? Lois thought to herself.

It was the last conscious thought she had for a while. Because as the cock pulled back, threatening to draw Lois Lane's insides with it, Lois spasmed and shook, her toes curling and a hot discharge spraying out onto her customer's shoes as if to mark him as her own...and then when he plunged back in, the wall shook and dust puffed from the ceiling, shaking Aimee out of her reverie.

Because it appeared that the Lois Lane honey trap had attracted a metahuman bee.