Climb On Top

Mercy held Lois' shaft—which held the reporter's complete attention. The warm fingers wrapped around the newborn dick were something she had never experienced before, and combined with the sensation of Maria's prick resting at the entrance to her own tunnel...Lois needed a moment to get her bearings.

In that moment, Mercy climbed up, using the walls to help position herself directly above Lois' hard shaft.

"Mercy..." the reporter began. "What are you...oh!"

The bodyguard didn't answer...only lowered herself downwards, using her hand to guide Lois' cock into her snatch.

Warmth engulfed Lois, and a tight wetness that squeezed her newborn cock and threatened to set her off, right then and there. Except as the weight of Mercy Graves settled down into her lap, muscular buttocks pressing into the top of Lois' thighs, it also drove her down onto Maria—and Lois gasped at the familiar sensation of cock once more filling her needy hole.

They stayed like that for a moment, an unruly human jenga stack, held in place by weight and two small pillars of flesh. Part of Lois wondered how Maria was handling it on the bottom, the weight of two grown women on top of her, but most of her attention was focused on the fact that she was penetrating and being penetrated, both at once...and there was Mercy Graves, right in front of her, tits level with Lois' eyes, and she could see the bodyguard's eyes were closed, biting her lower lip.

"Been...awhile, has it Mercy?" Lois managed, and swore she felt Maria's length burrow a little deeper inside of her.

"Shut-shut up, Lane." Mercy said, placing her hands on the reporter's shoulders. "I'm going to try and move now."

Lois reached up and grabbed Mercy's face. The brunette's brown eyes flew open, and stared directly into the reporter's own violet orbs. "Lois..." she said, as she tugged Mercy's face down toward hers. "Call me Lois."

Their lips met, and locked. Mouths open, tongues questing, tenderly, then eagerly, wrestling within each other's mouths. Maria moaned beneath them, and Lois could feel hands slide under her ass, unable to really lift the two women that were on top of her, but gaining a little room to maneuver...and began grinding her dick in and out of Lois. The little vibrations of the movement shuddered through Lois' hips and into Mercy, still impaled on the reporter's cock.

Mercy broke the kiss, a little string of saliva still connecting their lips as she looked into the reporter's eyes.

"Lois..." she said. "I need to fuck you."