Lois Does Not Like Eating Ass

There were times in Lois Lane's life when she had stepped in dogshit. There was that terrible moment, when her foot went into the squishy, warm, runny poo, and she hadn't smelled it or seen it until the very moment her toes hit grass...and then it was too late.

This was another of those times, at least metaphorically speaking.

Although at least there aren't any actual feces involved this time, the reporter told herself gratefully. Yet there is no denying it, eating ass just isn't for me.

The reporter's tongue wiggled and squirmed inside Maria's asshole...and Lois hated it. Even clean, licking ass was like running her tongue off a warm, pulsing steak. Lois just couldn't take her mind off of the face that she was putting her mouth where someone shat from. It was as pleasant to her as kissing a toilet seat, and for all of the same reasons. The fact that the meaty, sweaty ass was moaning and pressing against her face wasn't helping matters.

Face it, Lane, Lois told herself. You're fine with eating pussy, but if eating ass is what it's all about you're a damn poor lesbian.

Still...Lois did want to eat that pussy. She trembled at the thought of it. It was all that was keeping her going as her tongue twirled around and around inside the hot depths of Maria's shithole.

Maybe if I pretend it was someone else...Supergirl or Catwoman...maybe I can get into it then?

It was worth a shot. There were more than a few times in her life that Lois had gotten through a sexual experience by closing her mind and imagining she was fucking someone hotter. So Lois closed her eyes and tried to imagine...