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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Burning The Ceiling
She had jumped him; there was no other way to describe it.
After he had burned the now famous House of El insignia on the living room wall because she was cold, made his declaration of “Lois if you are watching this twenty years from now, just know that you are the love of my life”, Lois had practically jumped on him, in front of their friends.
After his affirmation she had grabbed hold of the collar of his shirt and crashed her lips against his, thrusting her tongue in his mouth. Despite the fact they were both pretty wasted from the champagne, they had by some sort of miracle at least had the presence of mind to move things upstairs.
She hastily removed his jacket at the foot of the stairs and they had had a rather heated make out session as they ascended the hallway stairs, knocking the pictures on the wall askew in the process.
Their passionate kisses continued as they entered their room and both eagerly groped the others clothing although nothing was removed. As they reached the bed, neither of them noticed that they had bumped into the bedside table, the lamp smashing as it was knocked over.
Lois pushed him onto the bed and quickly straddled him, she rocked her hips against his, eliciting a moan from him. With a sly smile she moved so her throbbing heat was over his clothed erection and thrust her hips against his.
“Lo-is”, he moaned out and she loved the way he said her name. Passion, want, lust, need, love. And just a hint of pleading.
He’d always worn his heart on his sleeve, but sometimes he still had the ability to truly surprise her. He called her the love of his life so she has decided to spare him the torture.
She sat on his calves, fumbled with the belt on his pants and unfastened the zipper.
She moved off his legs and he raised his hips to allow her to pull his pants and boxer shorts down his legs. Feeling her hot breath against his erect cock as it sprang free, Clark leaned up on his elbows to watch as she gently stroked him.
Knowing she had his full attention, Lois wiped the pre-cum from his slit with her finger and Clark hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath until she licked the drop from her finger. Her nails grazed the skin at the base of his shaft and she licked the underside of his cock from base to tip before wrapping her finger around him.
She trained her eyes on his and he all but lost it as her pink glossy lips engulfed the head of his cock. She was slow at first, as her tongue swirled around his member. Then as she sucked more of his cock into her mouth her hand moved up and down in time with the movement of lips.
For a moment Clark was lost in the vision of her mouth wrapped around his length, in the feel of the abrasive material of the tulle veil that still adorned her head as it rubbed against his thigh. Lois’ continued to bathe his cock, first at the head before she took him in deeper.
He tried to reign in his control but the feel of his cock hitting the back of her throat caused him to thrust his hips into her eager mouth.
Clark felt as the burning sensation behind his eyes began, one of the signs that indicated he was close to orgasm and hadn’t been focused enough to dampen his heat vision. But the alcohol in his system had affected his focus, which was rare and usually only occurred when he was too far-gone to truly focus.
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