After She Cums

"Great Caesar's ghost!"

It was the last coherent thing that Lois Lane said as the redhead's tongue swelled and swirled inside her pussy. All temporary worries fled the reporter's brain as her legs closed around the back of Lana Lang's head, ankles crossed and shoving her lover's nose so hard against her pussy that the clitoris **** itself up the redhead's left nostril.

Incredibly, the tongue began to pump and thrust inside of her...and Lois Lane's eyes rolled up, her hips bucking in response, humping Lana's face with the kind of frantic need that the reporter hadn't felt since she was a barely-legal teenager after prom. Lana's big blue eyes were wide and she was desperately trying to unwrap Lois's legs from about her head, but the reporter's muscles were locked tight.

The dark-haired woman's back arched as a line of pure pleasure seemed to stab straight from her crotch to her brain. Her upper body began to shake, convulsing as pleasure chemicals exploded in her brain, pleasure receptors overloaded until Lois Lane was past the ability for rational thought. Lana Lang, unable to control her tongue and locked in place, struggled to hold Lois down sot that the reporter's flailing didn't snap the redhead's neck.

Deep inside Lois Lane's convulsing cunt, the long black phallic tongue continued to pump nerve agents into the reporter's bloodstream. It swelled and squirmed, filling the tight muscular cavity like a mollusk in a shell. The tip pressed against the dark pink ring of the cervix, tiny needle-like teeth stabbing into the muscle, pumping out toxins that numbed the pain receptors and relaxed the tight ring of flesh that acted as gateway to Lois Lane's uterus...and slowly, achingly, as Lois Lane squirted and spasmed through the first multiple orgasmic experience of her life, her last internal defense sagged open and was laid bare.

Unseen by either of them, the screen on the DMN App changed. A new mode had been unlocked...