Face Full of Pussy

Forward momentum was halted when Lois ran face-first into something soft, warm, and gently yielding but solid; her nose buried in some kind of opening, hotter than the surface. She opened her eyes, but still couldn't really see. Instinctively, Lois retreated...and was surprised when the object rammed into her face.

The reporter raised her cum-slick hands and tried to grapple with it—and her slick fingers and palms slid down warm curves. The hot opening was pressing down on Lois' mouth, so she didn't think she could open her jaw to bite even if she wanted to. Tired muscles screamed as she pawed at the thing, wondering what it could be...until her hand reached a foot.

She grabbed it, still blind. Ran her fingers up and down it. Five toes. A slim ankle she could wrap her fingers around. The thing that pressed into Lois' face began to rub up and down, and the tired reporter finally got the idea and extended a soft pink triangle of tongue through her lips.

Lois tasted cum, of course. She was still covered with it, old and very fresh. It squelched when she moved. Now she tasted something else. Something new. Warm and savory flavors mingled with the salty semen. Lois knew what it was, even as she extended her tongue further, struggled to open her mouth to this new experience, this new flavor.

Pussy.

Enthusiastic moans penetrated Lois' ears as she dove in, tongue extended as far as she could. A part of her wondered about the cum covering her mouth and face. Did the woman she was eating out even know? All that cum straight onto, into her pussy. The sperm could even now be swimming down that hot channel, globs of it propelled deep by Lois tongue, waiting for an egg... In the heat of the moment, Lois forgot herself, and felt her own pussy grow warm.