Finish Her Beer

With what to any sober person would be exaggerated care, Lois Lane bent down, her bare ass still in Angelica Blaze's lap. If anyone noticed the woman pick up the half-empty pitcher of beer from the floor with both hands, they gave no sign of it. Lois herself was focused on the pitcher itself.

The sperm hung inside the golden liquid like a salty haze, a weird white scum across the top that mingled with the last bit of froth. Lois had seen that kind of thing in toilets, after sex. Boyfriends taking a leak, forgetting to flush. All those little swimmers, suspended there...

Lois Lane had never known a single woman that liked the taste of sperm. Oh, she had known plenty of women that swallowed. It had been a point of pride in her sorority. Good girls swallowed. You took your bitter medicine, and with a smile on your face. It made the boys feel so proud to see you swallow their load. She had swallowed enough loads herself to recognize it.

The plastic lip of the pitcher hit her bottom teeth. The reporter's hands shook a little as she began to tilt it back. The golden liquid slid forward, carrying its cum cargo with it.

Curiosity was her sin. Lois tasted the lager slide across her tongue...and something else. Salty against the slight bitterness of the beer, a little thick, like something solid suspended in your drink. The hot sticky jizz denatured by the lukewarm **** into strands and clumps.

Lois Lane swallowed.

Slowly, evenly, eyes focused on the bottom of the pitcher, not too fast, just letting it all run down her throat a gulp at a time. That was the trick of it, the magic of it, to make it all go down and keep it down. Tilting her head back, tilting the pitcher up, the more solid, sticky jizz remnants sliding down in the lees of the beer, thicker than the rest, coating her tongue and making her swallow harder to scrape it off.

Her stomach felt bloated and full, veritably sloshing. Agitated, unanswered need between her legs as she set the pitcher back down. Angelica Blaze was half-hard again, that fat cock sticking out between the reporter's legs so that she could feel the heat of the shaft on her pussy. Conflicting needs ran through the reporter's brain, and she was glad she was sitting because she doubted she could stand just that moment.

"You okay there?" Angelica said.

"Gotta...gotta..." Lois said in reply.