Deep Throat The Dick

Lois Lane pressed forward, her twin tongue studs sliding along the cock until her lips were pressing against the edges of the hole. It was like practicing with a banana, letting it slide down her throat, relaxing the muscles so she didn't ****. Holding her breath and seeing how long she could keep it in.

Five mississippi...six mississippi... She counted out the seconds.

A part of Lois couldn't believe she was doing this. Her split tongue seemed to be made for oral sex, so much more surface area, the little hard studs so different from what she was used to. And just the idea of doing it here, in a public place! It made her a little wet just to think about it.

Ten mississippi...eleven mississippi...

She worked her jaw, sucking hard. Could feel the cock in her throat as the person on the other side humped the wall, trying to drive it deeper. Hear the contented moans through the walls. Wondered if this is what it was like for real sluts, real whores, sucking cock in public...she could go pro...it was a seductive fantasy.

Thirty mississippi...thirty-one mississippi...

Maybe a special article. "Gloryholes of Metropolis." Her editor would probably have a heart attack reading that one...if he didn't beat off to it, the horny old goat. Lois Lane shivered and rubbed her pussy through her pants. She slid her tongue studs on either side of the prick, jerking it off in her mouth, wanting to feel it when her "client" came.

Sixty mississippi...sixty-one mississippi...

The hot jet of sperm hit the back of her throat. Lois rubbed herself harder, the other hand pinching the pierced nipples on her fat tits. She should have gotten her tongue split and pierced years ago. The hot baby gravy sputtering down her throat made her want to cum herself, right then and there.

Almost reluctantly, Lois felt the cock in her mouth diminish and withdraw. She gave it a quick peck before it disappeared, a good-bye kiss. They had their fun together, and now it was time to go...or so Lois thought.