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Chapter 15 by Zeebop Zeebop

What Does Superboy Do?

Break Free

With a roar in his throat, Superboy ripped the collar off of his neck in a shower of sparks. He blinked, breathing heavy...and then stared down to where his cock was still buried in the reporter's pussy.

"Oh...did I...?"

Lois smiled and slid away. "Yes. We did. But what's important right now is that we have to get out of here. Can you...?"

The muscular young man rose, the tip of his dick dripping, and Lois found herself admiring the broad, muscular expanse of his back, the pert globes of his ass. She smiled as she remembered his eagerness.

Three steps took him to the door. He placed his hand on it and...hinges and bolts popped audibly, like a series of small explosions. The young superhero closed his hand and Lois saw steel crumple, the metal screaming as it was deformed. With seemingly no effort, he pulled the door out.

Beyond, Lois saw the hallway. Freedom.

Somewhere, an alarm was blaring.

Superboy blinked, shaking his head. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hallway, cum dripping down her legs. A wild fancy struck Lois that someone would see them like this—a cougar with her young lover, caught inflagrante delicto.

They picked up speed down the corridor, took a right around a corner. There was a short corridor, a sign for a fire exit pointing left. Together they rounded it at speed...and there in front of the fire exit was the familiar bald head of Lex Luthor, wearing some kind of lab coat over his custom-made business suit, legs spread wide.

"That's far enough, Miss La—"

Lois Lane's foot caught the billionaire scientist-industrialist at crotch level. The villain's eyes did a Roger Rabbit as the momentum of the kick knocked him backwards through the door, falling on his ass in the alley beyond.

She turned to Superboy, who was staring down at the villain somewhat dully.

"You can fly, right?" Lois wrapped her arms around the young man's neck. Her breasts brushed against his smooth, muscular chest. He nodded dumbly, eyes locked on her cleavage.

"Then get us out of here!"

Instincts kicked in, and he half-knelt, one arm coming up behind her knees, the other in the middle of her back...and then they were up, up and away.

Where Do They Go?

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