100 Ways Smabble Challenge, the Sequel
In honor of the release of Smallville Season 11 in digital comic book form on April 13, 2012 (print version to be released in May) written by Bryan Q. Miller with interiors by Pere Perez (Batgirl) and covers by the brilliant Cat Staggs (digital) and Gary Frank (print), I say why not honor this news with some porn! So back by popular demand, it's
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Clark looked at her.
She was frowning at him.
He wedged his hips further between her open thighs, his cock now poking at her sex, as he tried to get at the popsicle.
"What are you doing" she asked, her frown deepening as she stuck her hand that was holding the popsicle out behind her.
"What does it look like? Trying to have some of your popsicle."
"Fat chance in hell," she snorted. "I don't share popsicles."
Clark looked at her for a long moment before he lowered his lids and flashed her one of his forlorn puppy dog looks.
She stared back at him. Her arm didn't waiver. She didn't even blink.
Since the puppy dog look didn't work, Clark opted to take another tact. He gazed deeply into her eyes as he placed a hand on her knee. He leaned in. His lips hovered over her pursed lips. The tip of his nose brushed over her impertinent nose. "Lois, didn't the General ever talk to you about sharing," he asked in a husky whisper.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I listened," she retorted but her eyes were now staring at his lips.
"Come on Lois," Clark said with a small grin as he slowly slid the palm of his hand up her naked thigh. "Sharing is fun," he added as his thumb made tiny circles on the silky skin of her inner thigh.
Lois arched her eyebrow. "Is this Clark Kent's rules of the playground?"
Though she sounded like she was fully in charge, out of the corner of his eye Clark saw her arm lower a fraction.
"You have your rules," he murmured as his hand continued to travel up her leg but it paused momentarily as the heat from her sex washed over his advancing hand. His fingers tightened, biting into her thigh but he forged on until he found nirvana. "I have mine," he declared as he swept the pad of his thumb over her dripping wet pussy lips. Once. Twice before he before he finally placed his thumb on her pouting clit and slowly began to massage it.
Her hand dropped to the countertop with a thud.
Clark did not halt his massaging thumb as he reached for her hand that was holding the popsicle. He stared deeply into her eyes as he brought the popsicle up to his waiting lips. He continued to hold her gaze as he angled the popsicle towards his open mouth and stuck out his tongue to take a long lap up the side of the ice pop. He watched Lois visibly gulp as he took the entire popsicle into his mouth. His cheeks caved as his mouth sucked and dragged on it.
While he was enjoying the popsicle, his thumb continued to massage Lois' clit. At one point he slipped his middle finger into her. Lois let out a soft gasp. Her free hand flew up to grab onto his shoulder. Her nails sunk into his back as she thrust her hips at his relentless thumb. With each jerk of her hips, his middle finger slick with her cum slid deeper and deeper into her.
Lois released her death grip on his shoulder and grabbed hold of his hair, holding him in place so he could continue to suck the popsicle. She stared into his eyes. "Don't stop . . . Eat it . . . Eat it all," she hissed.
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