Describe How She's Going To Eat Maria's Pussy

Lois Lane crawled onto her hands and knees. Maria sat up, legs spread to give the reporter a good view of the hot pink slit between her legs, with its little tuft of brown bush above the clitoris, the buttocks flattened across the floor.

"I don't want to just eat your pussy," Lois said, as she grabbed the young woman's knees. The reporter's big violet eyes stared up, from the pink sex through the valley of Maria's breasts, to find her would-be-lover's hazel eyes and hold them.

"I want to taste every part of it with my tongue. To explore your innermost depths and take your clit between my lips. To breathe in your scent and drown myself in your cunt-juice. Spread your lips with my tongue and fuck your hole with my mouth."

The hands slid down those meaty thighs. The reporter hadn't blinked, her voice barely controlled, an intensity almost like fanaticism in her gaze. There were prophets who had less faith in God, addicts who had less desire for ****, than Lois Lane desired pussy at that moment.

"You have never been eaten out like I will eat you out. Your clam will quiver and shake, electric sparks of pleasure will shoot up your spine, muscles clench and bunch until you fear your hips will break—and I won't stop. Not until consciousness leaves you, and even then you may slip into a wet dream, only to wake and find I am still eating your cunt like the antidote is in it. I will not finish until you have lost a part of yourself, utterly exhausted, cum to exhaustion, languid and blissful and..."

Maria swallowed hard. Her heart thumped inside her chest, nipples hard, slit already leaking juice. Just words, yet words delivered with such an intensity that they pounded themselves into the young woman's brain, and a part of her wanted to believe they were true.

With a wrench of surprising strength, Lois **** the knees as wide apart as they could go.

"...I am not going to take 'no' for an answer."