Batgirl Is Eating Lois Lane Out

The silent crowd did not know the redhead who pushed her way through to be the first to get her lips on Lois Lane's pussy. Nor did they care. The lithe, athletic young woman was attractive in her own right: the long legs were well-muscled, the tight cut-off shorts hugged her well-toned ass, and the mesh t-shirt showed off her modest breasts, barring only the Xs of black tape over her nipples. Everything about her appearance seemed designed to draw the eye to her assets...and away from her face.

Or from the small syringe concealed beneath her tongue.

Lois Lane cried out in shock and pain as the needle stabbed into her unprotected pussy...

"That's it, ****!" Ivy whispered fiercely. "I want to feel every inch of your tongue in my ass!"

The reporter obeyed...but something was happening, inside her body. The heat, the horniness, the lust was still there...her pussy was on fire...but an odd clarity began to settle over her brain. She could still feel the tug of Poison Ivy's commands, but as the pussy-injection worked through her system, she no longer felt the same immediacy to respond.

Batgirl, for her part, began to move her tongue in the reporter's pussy in a very particular way.

The alphabet trick! Lois realized. The tongue was tracing the shape of letters. Now that her rational mind was riding atop the wave of lust, Lois could recognize that...and more, the message that Batgirl was seeking to convey.