Demand A Date

They stayed locked together for a long moment, Angelica's cock plugging into Lois' cunt, tongues playing with each other. The length of one breath, before they had to break apart, as all lovers eventually have to do.

"Now," Lois whispered into Blaze's ear. "What shall we do with the rest of the evening?"

The shemale's eyes widened, jaw dropping a little.

"I, uh...I didn't..." She stammered.

"You thought you'd come in here, cum in me, and then dash off, dick wet and spent." Lois finished for her, smiling wickedly. "But it's not going to be that easy. You owe me dinner."

Lois clambered off the sink, feeling the excess jizz running down her legs. "You can think about where we're going as we get dressed." She added.

There's no art to putting yourself back together in a filthy bathroom after a quick fuck—especially when what was a brief bit of fun suddenly turns into something more serious. Lois smiled to herself as they gathered up the clothes they'd so quickly discarded, and put them on as best they could, even if wrinkled and stained.

The reporter wondered what anybody would think, wandering in to see them like that as she squeezed back into her tight pants. Her pussy was a sticky mess that squished as the crotch dug into her lips; neither of them had been able to find her panties. Lois liked to think they had been vaporized by the heat of their union. It was the best fuck she'd had in ages...maybe ever. And she was definitely angling to get herself a second helping, consequences be damned.

So too, there was something else. Lois wanted to know what Blaze knew about the missing women.

"There's a sushi place around the corner," Angelica offered. "Or, uh, maybe Italian?"

The way the calm, confident shemale flustered like a schoolgirl was incredibly endearing...but as Lois' stomach rumbled, she knew it was a serious choice.