Give Angelica A Boozy Kiss

There comes a part, every time the reporter was drunk, when Lois was totally past caring who saw her, and yet still terribly aware of that fact. During the keggers in college, she had one popped into a squat on the front yard, hiked up her skirts, and pissed straight into the grass, knowing that there were people on the front porch watching her do it. It had just seemed the right and natural thing to do at the time—and she hadn't gotten off on the people watching her. She had known they were there, but it was like when a dog or cat wandered into the bathroom to watch you pee. It hadn't registered as wrong or sexy or anything like that. Lois would just get it into her head to do something...and did it.

That's where she was at now.

So she leaned back against Angelica's chest, both hands down between her legs to grab that thick shaft. Her lips, that stank of beer and cum, sought out the dickgirl's, and they did the awkward little dance of heads and necks, as Lois Lane stroked the cock back into full hardness.

She could feel the eyes on her. Women staring, whispering, smiling. No disapproval, no judgment, not that Lois would have cared either way in the condition she was in. Her lips finally found Blaze's, her tongue darted daringly into that mouth, swapping spit, making the dickgirl taste her own salty jizz...and Lois felt herself closing her eyes, lost in that kiss for a moment, and the cock was a hard, hot pillar against her pussy.

Lois broke the kiss and opened her eyes. She said, in a whisper a fraction too loud, what was on her mind, no filter.

"I haven't cum yet."

More people started to watch as Lois half-rose, half-wobbled to her feet, beer and cum sloshing around in her stomach and threatening to come out as she turned around to face her lover. Angelica's hands were on her the drunken reporter's hips now, steadying her so that she could line her pussy up with the shaft—and drop right back on it, landing on Blaze's crotch hard enough that a puff of warm breath blew into the reporter's face.

"People are starting to stare," Blaze observed.

"Don't...don't change the shubject," Lois slurred just a little. Her hips were grinding on their own, pushing up and down, her tits rubbing up against Angelica's own...which seemed a little bigger than her own. The reporter's mouth went to that long, luscious neck...

A little crazy thought went through Lois Lane's mind. Her filter was gone as she stared into Blaze's eyes, the whites so wide now they almost seemed to be glowing, those hands pulling at the reporter's ass as Lois ground her pussy into that dick.

"If-if I cum first, you gotta eat the cum out of my pusshy," Lois said, her nose bumping into Angelica's, their noses were that close. "An-and if you cum first, I gotta s-suck the cum out of your cock."

Blaze grinned wide.

"Deal."