Cum Overflows The Bottle

The naked reporter felt herself holding her breath as she watched the cum level rise...right to the rim of the bottle. Stared in fascination as the thick white jizz began to crest, strange physics of surface tension causing it to form a small dome...and then it broke, beginning to drip in a runny stream down one side, and Lois was on it, lips on the top of the bottle, sucking gently.

It was instinct. Like spilling milk. Yet as Lois Lane slurped down the fresh, warm sperm she realized it was...different than before.

She sipped gently at the bottle, knowing it would fill back up. Rolling the sperm around in her mouth in a way that she normally couldn't, letting it coat her tongue and teeth. It wasn't bitter at all. In fact it was kind of...sweet? Lois had heard that could happen based on diet, but she'd never really been enough of a connoisseur of cum to really find out...

On top of that it was warm. The bottle itself didn't feel anything above room temperature, but the cum in her mouth felt hot, as if fresh-spurted. Lois sipped it gently, swallowed and felt the warm goo slide down her throat to her stomach. It was kind of nice, actually. Like a warm yogurt, without the spoiled flavor.

The reporter knew she couldn't just keep sipping this yummy cummy all night. She had to figure out what to do with it. Seemed like a terrible waste to just set it on its side to pour down the sink or something.

Maybe I should open my own sperm bank, she thought with a sudden giggle. Lois glanced at the bottle and saw alarmingly that in the moment it had been away from her lips, drops of jizz had started running down the sides of the bottle onto her hand. The reporter quickly replaced her lips, slurping jizz with gusto, tilting it a little as she drank a little more.

Her tummy was starting to feel tingly. Not full exactly, but like when she drank too much tea, kind of sloshy. She was sipping almost constantly now, almost sucking the jizz out of the bottle, but the cum kept coming...

Or should it be cumming? Lois almost giggled again, but remembered what had happened last time and didn't take her lips away from the bottle. Feeling a touch light-headed, she sat down at the table.