Ivy Slides Her Hand Down Lois Lane's Pants

One hand slipped under the reporter's shirt. Lois Lane gasped as she felt fingers on the naked skin of her flat stomach—but her dancing partner was bolder than that. Warm, slim fingers slipped behind the waistband of the reporter's tight red pants, and slid down, beneath the lacy hem of her panties.

Too fast! Lois thought and brought her hands down to grab at the wrists...and to her surprise, her partner froze in place. Still with her fingers down the reporter's pants and across her stomach, but not going further. More than that, Lois could feel her partner's crotch grind against her ass...and then a pair of lips pressed against her neck.

The kiss was like an electric shock through the reporter's body. Lois Lane froze in place as though stung by some venomous fish. Every nerve in her body seemed to come alive and alert. Her vision suddenly super-sharp, the sound of the music almost painfully loud, the reek of mingled human bodies almost overwhelming...and the woman that held her now continued to move, to grind her hips, and the skin beneath her hand grew warm...clammy...

Lois became aware of a growing heat inside her body, like a fever. The lights seemed so much brighter now...her knees shook...her heart thundered in her chest, and stiff nipples pressed against the cups of her bras. The reporter didn't need to check to know that her pussy had suddenly swamped, and the suddenness of the arousal seemed unnatural...so fast that it made the half-drunk reporter dizzy, her mouth suddenly dry...

The lips lifted from the reporter's skin...and then a voice, a woman's voice, whispered an order in her ear...and Lois found herself powerless to resist.