Lois & Blaze Have a Lady & The Tramp Moment

The two lovers started in on different ends of the plate, forks twirling up the pasta. Angelica Blaze seemed nervous...or perhaps just sexually frustrated. Lois admired how she kept her dark eyes downcast and fixed on the food, not wanting to rush through the meal but wanting, probably absolutely dying to cum. The reporter was working through her own half of the dish more slowly and deliberately, thinking about how many hours at the gym she would need to work off this pasta...when it happened.

It was hand-made spaghetti, the noodles longer than normal. A single cable rose from the sauce and grated cheese, like a rope bridge between their lips...and Angelica froze, not sure what to do.

So Lois leaned forward, taking up the slack a little at a time. She had to stand and lean across the table. Angelica's eyes went wide as she realized what was going to happen just a moment before their lips touched.

When Lois sat back down, chewing and smiling, Blaze's cheeks were red as fresh blood...and Lois knew she had to tease her a bit more...but promised herself she would make it worth it.

After the pasta was done, and Giorgio had taken the dishes away and brought small cups of espresso and a plate of biscotti with the bill, Lois leaned back in her chair...and her foot found Blaze's cock once again. This time, she gripped the head between her first and second toes, and placed her heel against those big balls.

"So. Sexual history," Lois said. "Have you always liked women?"