Chapter 12 by Zeebop

What's Going On!?

Her Pussy-Juice Is Laced With Cocaine

"I was trying to make myself a little bit less toxic for a...lady friend of mine," Ivy said, running her fingers through the reporter's hair. "I did manage to change my biochemistry, but now I express traces of another plant-based narcotic in my vaginal secretions. You probably noticed the numbness at first...and now you're..."

Lois Lane wasn't listening. Her whole body was vibrating with energy, sudden strength pounding through her limbs as she buried her tongue deeper in the green-skinned woman's twat, lapping at the cunt like a dog with a jar of peanut butter.

The reporter's hands clamped onto the other woman's ass as she slathered and swallowed, all the tiredness and exhaustion fading away against the bright power of this new, wondrous font from which the reporter drank. This pussy was a **** and Lois was instantly, hopelessly addicted.

Heart beating faster and faster, Lois almost laughed as thoughts raced through her head. Old jokes about rubbing it in your gums took on new meaning as she pressed her whole face against that crotch, the red pubic hairs tickling her nostrils, sucking and licking and slurping, trying to make Ivy cum so that glorious honey would flood her mouth.

"N-never tried it on a h-human subject before," Ivy panted, voice husky. "G-good to know that it has th-that effect on you. P-probably shouldn't do t-too much, though. Y-you don't look like the type with a high tolerance..."

Lois growled into the pussy as Ivy tried to pull her away. Irritation flashed through her mind, bright and hot. This cunt was hers!