A boom shook the building. The door opened from the outside, and Lois Lane, naked and freshly washed, stared out into the office His physical size alone dominated the middle of the room. The glowing red eyes caught and held her own, the flash of red leaving echoes on her retina.
For a moment, the reporter was sure he was looking into her very soul. Something compelled Lois to step forward. To feel the plush carpet beneath her feet as she struggled to project grace and sensuality. Yet it was more than cool air that made her nipples hard, more than the lingering wetness of the show that ran down her legs.
Her knees hit the carpet before him. She could only stare at the tight blue shorts, which did nothing to conceal a mammoth bulge, as big as her forearm. Lois Lane shivered in fear and excitement, knowing if her tried to shove that thing into her it would break her With pathetic eagerness, Lois brought her hands up to his shorts. It was like no cloth she had ever touched, metal fibers biting into her fingers as she pulled it down. Revealing the stony grey skin, the muscles as cool and hard as sculptured marble.
The first few inches of that veiny cock, smooth and so perfect it would make Michelangelo weep. She tugged it down to his thick thighs, slowly unveiling the full grey length of his shaft, which tapered to a bulbous purple head that was surprisingly human in proportion, the hanging hairless sack beneath with testes that, though larger than human, seemed almost comically undersized compared to her cock.
Her hands clutched at the great prick, which seemed to weigh at least ten pounds. She lifted the half-erect member and brought her mouth up to the head in an obscene kiss, tasting an oily, gritty alien flavor, like fried liver.
