Lois Can Do Anything She Sets Her Mind To

Minutes stretched on. The pain in the reporter's neck steadily increased, inching down her spine and upper back. Angelica Blaze was a limp weight, moaning softly as every jar and almost-slip was communicated directly from Lois Lane's face to the pussy resting on it.

Still, Lois climbed. It became a goal unto itself. The sweat dripped from her body. Tired muscles screamed at her, but they had come too far to go sliding back down toward that strange and terrible river. Inch by inch, one hold at a time, the reporter kept pushing forward, on and up. Though she couldn't see it, she knew that there had to be a ledge or something soon.

Blaze was leaking. Like a wet pillow over the reporter's face. Lois could reach out her tongue and taste it, if she dared. Hot and needy, the little hole. The lazy, ****-out slut, utterly useless for this climb...and Lois could feel her own body respond. Pussy damp as a swamp. That familiar tich, deep inside, needing to be scratched. She wanted to rub her legs together, to **** her fingers into her pussy.

She wanted...

One trembling hand grasped the ledge. And it was a ledge, a flat expanse of stone. The reporter put her palm against it, began to lever herself up. Careful always to make sure she had enough grip...it wouldn't do to slide back, not after all this. The reporter doubted she had the strength to haul Angelica Blaze's ass up this slope twice.

Her breath huffed into the pussy on her face as she levered the limp body of the ****-addled young woman over the edge. Nudged her with her face as she carefully, painfully, but exultantly pushed herself over the top. To sit panting on her knees.

It was some sort of a tunnel. Lois could see the far end of it—a natural-enough looking manmade basement, the hole rough and uneven where someone had broken through the bricks. A bare bulb shone enough light to see by. Someone had dug this...

Blaze was resting on her tits, face hidden, ass in the air. Lois stared at the ass. The tight-jean-shorts had come askew. Her pussy was exposed...no panties... The reporter licked her lips, tasted those juices.

The young woman giggled, and waggled her ass in the air. The little bitch was begging for it.