Close Her Eyes And Think of Superman

Lois Lane warred within herself as the crowded club stirred around her. She wasn't comfortable with this, and wasn't sure she trusted Valeria—but if the Latina was telling the truth, then she needed to at least make a show of succumbing to her charms.

So with eyes closed, Lois Lane opened her mouth to Valeria's tongue. She let her body go limp a little, her back pressing against the bar as the taller Latina leaned down on her, one arm at the small of the reporter's back, the other boldly rubbing Lois Lane's crotch in full view of everyone.

The reporter thought of Superman. His broad-muscled chest, those magnificent shoulders. She had always imagined his strong hands just crushing her to him...cupping her entire ass, pressing her wet pussy against his hard bulge. Lois had never seen his cock, but in her mind, she knew that she would fall down and worship it.

Of course, it was hard to think of the Man of Stel when soft, pillowy tits were pressed into her arm, and Lois Lane's tongue shied away from Valeria's as it moved inside of her mouth. It was honestly a relief to Lois when the tongue pilled back...and then she gasped, as the woman's hand clutched, squeezing her pussy.

"There are private rooms in the back," Valeria said, loud enough to be overheard.

"Sounds good!" Lois said...and plastered a smile on her face as she felt Valeria's hand slide down from the small of the reporter's back, down the waistband of her pants. The hot fingers squeezed her ass as she guided the reporter around the dance floor and toward the back of the club.

Wondering who was watching, and why...who Valeria was and who she was working for...and how far she would have to go tonight to unveil the mystery of the missing women. So many questions, and the reporter's curiosity burned for answers. Once they arrived at the private room, Lois intended to get those answers.