Lois Lane rubbed her crotch through her leather pants. Totally fucking-up Supercunt, god, it was totalyl turning her on.
"Mmmm, I want his head mounted on our wall," Lois grinned. "Wouldn't that be fucking something? Fucking like bunnies under our permanently gaping supertrophy? We could wipe your dick on his cape!"
"Sweetheart, is this really what we should be doing? I mean, killing Superman. Perhaps instead he could--"
"Hmmm, maybe you're right, Ivan."
"I am?"
"Perhaps after I shoot him with this gold bullets, we could fuck him around a little. See how that bastard likes it when someone else is in charge! Now, let's get this trap set or I think I mean just cream my wicked panties right now!<span style="font-size:
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<span style="font-size: 0.8em;">* * *
A short time later, Superman was flying through the city, in answer to a strange distress call....