A Hungry Mouth Latches Onto Lois Lane's Exposed Pussy

Fingers scraped at the reporter's thighs. Ivy's sweaty asshole opened more easily, and more of Lois Lane's tongue slid up into the woman's bum...but the Daily Planet's greatest reporter was more focused on another tongue and another hole. Down between her legs, some beaver more eager than the others huffed and puffed...and soft, womanly lips had clamped onto Lois Lane's cunny, and its hot tongue was piercing her snatch, sucking at her juices.

Despite herself, Lois moaned. It had been a long time since anyone had tasted her pussy—and her few boyfriends and lovers had never been that skilled at oral sex, always finishing too soon, too **** and half-hearted. This mouth, though—this one knew how to eat cunt. Her tongue slithered in and out of the reporter's slit, ran over and over the sensitive insides, slurped at the reporter's juices nearly as quick as Lois could secrete them, and when her lips clamped down on the reporter's stiff little clitty and the tip of the tongue teased it, flicking back and forth so fast...Lois nearly screamed into Poison Ivy's asshole.

Up above her, riding the reporter's face, Ivy noticed the change.

"Good...gooood..." Ivy purred. "Give in to your lesbian ways! You love to be eaten out in public, like a proper slut! You want to cum in front of all these people and show them was a diesel dyke you really are!"

Every sentence was like a nail in the reporter's brain. Her nipples felt like points of fire. The hot mouth sucked and slurped, licked and kissed, and Lois Lane's will to resist shrank and shrank...until Lois wondered what she was supposed to be resisting, her whole sweaty, mostly-naked body writhing in plain view of the crowd, her hips shaking as she humped the face of the woman eating her out, Lois Lane's eager tongue scraping the last of that toxic honey out of Ivy's asshole...her mind a hot white ball of lust...

...but Lois Lane didn't know who was eating her out, or what was about to happen.