Lois pouted as she took out her cellphone. She was wearing her boring old clothes again; they were so tight and confining and prudish. All she cared about was sex now, sex and serving her mistresses and serving her mistresses' sex.

Lois giggled. Once she helped catch Superman, she hoped her mistresses would transform her, giving her beachball-sized tits, a huge fat ass, giant cock-sucking lips stuck in a permanent "o". Sex was her life now and she wanted everyone to see she was just a big whore built for fucking.

"Clark, I need your help," Lois whispered into the phone as she thrust two fingers into her dripping snatch.

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• Superman arrives (Open)
• Lois sends him somewhere else (Open)
• Ice reeeealllllyyy needs Guy Gardner's cock

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