Blaze Brings Lois To Climax Before The Main Course Arrives

In her life, Lois Lane had sometimes thought about doing naughty things in public—but she had never actually done them. As a reporter, she had read hundreds of stories of people that had been caught having sex in public, in all sorts of ways...but never in her life had she thought that she would have her legs spread, tablecloth carefully covering her legs as her date's tongue ran over and over her labia, pushed and twisted inside, the hot lips clamping onto her clit and softly sucking the stiff, sensitive little nub...

Lois blushed. Not just from the oral sex, but because she was in public. The waitress was attentive, bringing a carafe of water, a small salad, a bucket of ice with the champagne in it....and the reporter had to smile and nod, pick at the rabbit food, and try her best to suppress her moans as Blaze's hands ran over her legs, and the long, sticky tongue continued to slide in and out and around the pussy in front of her. Beneath the tablecloth, the air grew hot and heavy.

When the soup arrived, Lois had to **** a smile.

"Where is your date?" The waitress asked.

Lois blinked, and began to sweat.

"Sh-she's around. In the bathroom, maybe," Lois smiled. She brought a spoonful of the meaty, savory soup up to her mouth. Perhaps it was just her imagination, but she imagined that Blaze's pussy licking now featured loud, audible smacks and slurps. Lois slurped her soup loudly to cover it.

"It's good!" Lois assured the waitress as she turned away...and the reporter gripped the spoon so hard it hurt as Blaze suddenly kicked her pussy-licking up a notch...and then she felt it. The anticipation rising in her belly. The way she began to breathe deeply in the tight black party-dress. It was like when she was back at home, masturbating and trying to do it silently so that her father or sister wouldn't hear it when she...

The reporter's jaw ached as she held herself rigid, determined not to make a sound. Her left hand gripped the edge of the table. Blaze's tongue felt like a tornado in her cunny. She shivered, toes clenched, pleasure blossoming inside her belly, but unable to scream or bite a knuckle.

Angelica Blaze ended her performance with a long slurp, sucking up Lois Lane's pussy juice...and then the demonic dickgirl slipped back into her chair.

Lois stared at her, the reporter still flustered and somewhat haggard.

"Well, that was a nice appetizer," Angelica said with that damn half-smile. "I can't wait for the main course."