Before Lois Can Do Anything, Blaze Makes Her Move

The reporter turned from her "guest." The coffee pot was empty, and Lois opened a cabinet above her head to fetch some fresh grounds—and just like that, Angelica was there behind her. The taller woman reached past Lois...and her hips pressed the reporter against the edge of the counter.

That was when Lois felt it. The bulge where there should have been no bulge. Riding up against her ass. Pressing her against the edge of the counter.

"I was really glad to see you got home safe," Angelica said softly, as she lowered the bag of coffee to the countertop. "We had hardly gotten to know each other. I went to the bathroom for just a minute and when I got back you were talking with that guy...and you left your wallet behind by the time I got back to the bar..."

Blaze's head dipped to the reporter's neck. Lois tensed as the hot lips latched onto her skin...and then she twisted and pushed.

Except Angelica wasn't moving. Her hands were fixed on either side of the counter, trapping Lois against her. Worse, moving around like that had caused the reporter's robe to open, revealing her breast. That strange, Mona Lisa smile graced Blaze's lips.

"We were really...hitting it off," Angelica said. "You told me it had been a long time for you. Nine months, wasn't it? No sex. Not even a date."

Lois Lane found her eyes drawn to Blaze's jeans. The purple, swollen head of a cock was pushing past the waistband.

"If you were my girlfriend," Angelica said, her voice barely a whisper. "I'd never neglect you for so long."

The dickgirl's hands left the counter and slid up behind the reporter's thighs, grabbing and lifting Lois Lane's ass until the toes left the floor.

"You feel how hard I am for you, right now?" Angelica said, and then her face darted forward, and Lois felt the hot lips press against her own.