Kiss Her Ass

The blonde's face was flushed. Lois Lane could almost see her pupils dilate. The nipples of her breasts pressed against the fabric of her wet dress. The woman seemed to shake with barely-suppressed rage...and then she grabbed the reporter's neck and pulled her in close.

The tongue **** itself past Lois Lane's teeth. The reporter's violet eyes went wide with surprise as she felt the invader, warm and wet, slide over her tongue. Tasted that strange spit, felt the press of those wet titties against her own. The stranger was strong—surprisingly strong—and Lois found herself leaning into the kiss, her hands automatically grabbing for the woman's hips, her heart hammering away at her breastbone.

Lois had never felt this way about a woman—ever.

When, at last, the blonde broke the kiss, she dragged her lips over to Lois Lane's ear and whispered hoarsely:

"You want to make it up to me? Kiss my ass."

They staggered around the dance floor, hand in hand. Giddy and buzzed, Lois let the woman drag her to the women's restroom. She felt almost high...pussy hot and bothered in a way she hadn't been since she was in university, shaking and nervous, her eyes fixed on the bouncing buttocks barely contained by that white dress.

They were in luck, one of the stalls was free. Both of them crowded in, Lois locking the door behind her. The blonde bent over the toilet, one foot on the seat, and hiked up her dress. Lois saw the sheer hose grace well-defined muscles, pale thick thighs...and a single white thong underneath.

"Hurry," the woman said, her voice shaking with the same desperation that Lois felt. "By Rao, I've never been this horny..."

Lois Lane pulled down hose and thong, exposing that perfect pink pit between the hills of her ass...but she paused, some last remaining dregs of self-control stopping her.

"I'm Lois, by the way," she said, wondering if the blonde even cared who was about to eat her ass. "Lois Lane."

"Luma," the blonde said, flexing her cheeks, then reaching back to pull them apart. "Luma Lynai!"

Now that they were introduced, Lois Lane had no hesitation as she ran her tongue down the crack of Luma Lynai's ass.

In Zod's Spaceship

"By Rao, their biometrics are...incredible," Ursa said. "Like animals in heat."

"You see?" Faora said. "The Kryptonian pheromones trigger the instinctive attraction between women!"

"So it appears," Zod says. "Remind me how this will assist our conquest?"