Drink The Beer

It would have been harder at that point for Lois Lane not to drink the beer. That's what she told herself as she lifted the half-full pitcher to her lips, swiveling her hips to grind that fat dick inside her pussy, Angelica's wandering hands massaging her tits.

The reporter leaned back her head and let the cold lager wash into her in long slow mouthfuls. She had reached that dangerous point where she felt bottomless, able to drink the ocean dry, and though she knew that wasn't really the case she still reveled at the bitter tang, the way the **** made her feel lightheaded and yet somehow weightless and euphoric.

Beneath her, she could feel Angelica begin to flex her thighs a little in anticipation. Lois felt remarkably clear-headed as the beer flowed down, realizing that she must be a terrible tease, to squeeze and press her pussy against this nice hard prick and yet not fuck it, not properly. Her stomach began to feel full, sloshing gently inside of her as the room spun, and she couldn't see her friends anymore, the women having wandered off to some other part of the dance floor...

...and nobody could see them.

Lois set the empty pitcher down, blinking and gulping in air. Her body was still hot, sweat still glistened on her skin, eyes bright as the darkness seemed alive...and she planted her feet on the floor, booty in Angelica's lap...and began to rise and fall, rise and fall.

If anyone did see her, the first couple of times it might have looked like a woman who had too much to drink striving and failing to find her balance. But if anyone could see—and no one did, Lois noticed, as she covered her mouth and gave forth a little lady-like burp—they would see that what was going on was much more deliberate.

The Daily Planet's greatest reporter was lifting her hips off the cock, pussy pulling on the fat dick, and then pressing down again, bringing it balls deep inside of her. Fucking this complete stranger in the middle of a crowded club, as though there was no one watching them at all. It was intoxicating, a kind of freedom that rushed straight to Lois Lane's head and hips, her movements getting bolder, hips slamming down harder.

Angelica pinched her nipples, shifting her own hips to meet Lois Lane's thrusts, and the reporter felt the long-unfamiliar sensation of excitement and anticipation build within her. Little moans escaped her mouth as she pressed her pussy down, the fat cock stretching her little pussy, the swollen head hitting all the right spots as she bounced up and down, feeling the need inside of her grow and grow as she felt better and better, beer sloshing in her belly.

I want to cum! she thought, bouncing harder on that cock. I don't care who's watching, I want to cum!