Eat Me

"Look, I appreciate you want to get to know me and wine and dine me and all of that, I do," Lois Lane said. "But to be honest with you, this is the first good dicking I've had in months. And if there's one thing I've really been missing over the last six months, it's somebody to eat my pussy."

The reporter's heart fluttered as she gave the speech. She had meant every word, and it was exciting for her to be that frank with someone about sexual matters.

Angelica Blaze stared down at the sopping mess that was the reporter's freshly creampied cunt, overflowing with her own cum. She ran a red tongue over her lips...and without another word, lowered her face down to the almost-hairless puss, licking and slurping at the mess she had made.

The shemale ran her tongue over the labia, lips coming together to suck ever-so-gently on the reporter's clit, then descending to slurp out the jizz spilling from the fresh-fucked cunt. The tongue dipped down to the very bottom of Lois Lane's pussy, and then scooped forward, pushing its way inside her channel, the soft tongue massaging the sore walls, the hot twisting muscle digging deep into her passage, drawing back and starting it all over again.

Lois Lane sighed and leaned back as her lover's tongue and lips went to work. In truth, most of her boyfriends had been **** to give head, unless it was some quid-pro-quo arrangement where ten minutes of sucking cock was rewarded with five minutes of eating pussy. And none of them had ever eaten her out after cumming. Boys had such hangups...

But if Blaze had any concerns about eating her own cum out of the reporter's quim, she showed no sign of it. If anything, Lois doubted she'd have much jizz drip out of her later on. The shemale seemed to take to her work with a thoroughness and attention to detail that reminded Lois of a master artist, unafraid to move her tongue in bold action licking her pussy from top to bottom, to nibble gently on her labia, to nuzzle her crotch and push her tongue deep inside as though slurping out the gooey center of a jam donut.

Now Lois relaxed into the pleasant aftermath of sex, that familiar ache in her muscles that came with a good fucking...and she was getting her kitty cleaned by a willing and eager adept of the cunnilingus arts. It was as close to heaven as Lois Lane had ever known it, and as she felt her body respond to the tongue ministrations of Angelica Blaze, Lois felt an unfamiliar sense of warmth grow inside her as she saw the woman's dark scalp bobbing between her legs...and wondered at last:

Is this love?