Fatal Attraction

Lois had had her sights trained on Superman for years, and tonight was the night it would all pay off.
Coaxing him out of his iconic super-tights had taken all of her feminine wiles. He had resisted, citing her safety, his desire to avoid romantic entanglements.
“What if you get pregnant?”
“You’re from Krypton. We have no DNA in common. No worries.”
Now, sitting astraddle his hips, she grasped his Super-Manhood, guiding it into her. She moaned with pleasure…
…until his orgasm blew her to pieces.
Damn, he thought. A Woman of Kleenex shouldn’t mess with a Man of Steel.