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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It’s close to midnight. There’s a cool spring breeze that brings a scent of lavender to the night time air. The little yellow farm house is dark & still when suddenly the silence is broken by a masculine moan that floats from the open window of the upper bedroom.
The moans become more frequent needier. A squeak of bed springs. A rustle of bed sheets.
“Lois”
Smell
He nuzzles his head further into the crook of her neck breathing deeply of the unique smell that belongs just to her.
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I wonder if Clark's moan was loud enough to scare the goat? :p
Smell - uber romantic in one sentence *sigh*
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Burning The CeilingShe had jumped him; there was no other way to describe it ( ... )
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Clark let go of all of his control. He roared her name as he climaxed into her mouth and burned the house of El insignia onto the ceiling above their bed.
Lois kissed the head of his cock before she moved up the bed, her body positioned partly on top of his.
She noted the content, dopey look on his face and kissed him.
With a burst of superspeed, Clark rolled on top of her, hiked her dress up and ripped her panties off.
“Small-ville” She moaned. It had begun as an attempt to admonish him on seeing the burn on the ceiling, but he had slipped his already hard again cock into her wet pussy. “That’s the second time you’ve done that this week”. She finished but her tone was somewhat breathy.
“And the week isn’t even finished”. He replied with a cocky grin before he claimed her lips and moved his hips against hers.
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Loved it. Certainly wouldn't know this was your first time writing the "deed" ;)
So let's see what other Cloisy goodness do we need you to fill in the gaps? Oh I know, the black K incident!
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"Ms. Lane," he started.
Lois didn't know what to expect when her Journalism Ethics professor asked to see her after class, but his professional tone gave her pause. She closed the door to his office at his gesture and stood stiffly as he shifted papers around on his desk. She could plainly see his back muscles working underneath his crisp button-down shirt.
"I know this is about my last paper," Lois interrupted what she was sure to be a lecture. "But I swear that--"
"Ms. Lane, in spite of the fact that you misspell words at an alarmingly frequent basis," he smirked, "your papers are actually well researched and you are clearly passionate about what you write."
"But," she sighed, although surprised and pleased at his compliments.
"You seem distracted in class," he answered.
"Why do you say that?" Lois replied defensively. Why would any woman with a pulse be distracted in your class, Professor Kent? "You've kind of been spacing out," Kent continued, but she couldn't help staring at the way he licked his ( ... )
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