Ivy Wants Lois Lane's Tongue Somewhere Else

Lois Lane buried her tongue in Ivy's twat. All she could smell was the weirdly floral musk of the villain's bush, all she could taste was the sour juices that burned her tongue and lips, all she could hear was the pounding of blood in her ears and the thump of the music...yet the reporter knew that people were watching her. Recording her. Almost naked and forced to do this obscene act in public, Lois Lane thought there was no further humiliation that Poison Ivy could subject her to.

Lois Lane was wrong.

"Kiss my ass," Ivy said, speaking loudly so she could be heard over the music. It had the tone of a command...and Lois found herself respond. She sank down onto her back on the floor as Ivy moved into a squat. Her hairy bush was pressed against the reporter's face, but her ass...the hairy little picker between the crease of her ass...shifted down to press against the reporter's mouth.

It was clean. That was all that Lois could think as her tongue, still stinging from the villain's pussy-juice, ran around and around the puckered hole.

"Deeper," Ivy ordered, and Lois pressed her tongue against the very center. The sphincter bulged inward against her assault...and then Lois tasted something, on the very tip of her tongue. Something...sweet...thick as honey, but with an odd chemical taste. The reporter sobbed as her tongue squirmed inside the warm cavity of Ivy's body, and the weird formula oozed down her throat.

"Yessss!" Ivy hissed as the reporter sucked the formula from her ass. It was time to start the next part of the experiment.