Blaze Does Not Stop

Lois Lane wasn't surprised when the dickgirl's tongue slipped down over her labia and pushed in between her lips.

"There's...no sake...in there...!" The reporter managed...but then Angelica's hands were parting the repoter's kneess with slow but inexorable pressure, Lois leaning back as the last few drops of sake rolling down her thighs as the dark-haired dickgirl's licked and slurped, tongue and lips exploring the reporter's pussy inside or out.

The reporter buried her fingers in Blaze's dark hair, glad that they were alone now so nobody could hear the soft moans she made. **** and cunnilingus was a dangerous combination. Lois could still feel some of Angelica's jizz, deep inside her cunt. That terrible potential still remained...STDs, pregnancy...but right now, Lois wasn't thinking about that. Nor about the missing women she had originally set out to find when her night out began.

No, Lois was focused on the here and now. It had been so long since someone who actually knew what they were doing had eaten her pussy, and after the hard dicking earlier the sore kitty needed a proper tongue bath.

What was more, Angelica was patient. Her eyes were steady as a cat's as her nose buried itself in the reporter's carefully trimmed black pubic hair. The pink tongue slid up and down the inner lips of the labia, slowly circling toward the entrance of Lois' vagina...and then Lois swore that it grew, because it plunged deep inside. For a moment, Lois thought the dickgirl was going to be one of those people that try to tongue-fuck a cunt...but instead the supple appendage curled, and Lois let out a gasp that brought a blush to a passing waitress's cheeks as Blaze found her g-spot.

All decorum was lost now. Lois Lane's shoulders and head were on the floor, but her legs were bent, propped up on her toes, hips rising and falling as she humped the dickgirl's face. An electric thrill arced up and down the reporter's spine, her creampied cunt spasming as Blaze ruthlessly licked her target over and over and over...until the reporter's legs gave out and she collapsed onto her back, momentarily spent.

Like a tiger stalking its prey, the dickgirl pounced. Lois wasn't even sure when Angelica had shed her pants, but she felt the hard cock slide easily into the well-lubed tunnel. The dickgirl kissed her way up the reporter's half-clothed body as she slid her prick ever deeper into Lois Lane's hot chasm...and Lois knew, in her heart, that any chance of minimizing the danger from tonight's activities was gone. She wanted it...needed it...

Yet when Blaze was inside of her up to the hilt...when those hot lips, still tasting of pussy, pressed against Lois Lane's lips, and their eyes met...the reporter rallied what was left of her willpower and dignity and said, with great seriousness:

"You realize, of course, that now you owe me another dinner."

Blaze's secret smile froze for an instant...and then widened into something more honest and natural, white teeth showing. It was like the moon emerging from behind a cloud.