Lois Hangs On

Fingernails clutched at the rockface. Lois could feel the strain of the woman's added weight on her body, lines of strain leading all the way down to her toes. The pussy itself was wet, the soft flesh pressing into the reporter's face. It was the closest she had ever gotten to another woman...and she didn't have time for this shit.

"Mughl yorgh asgh!" Lois muffled into the cunt, but it was hopeless. Angelica Blaze hung on her like dead weight.

Every breath tasted salty, slightly sweaty and fishy. Pain grew in Lois Lane's neck. Gravity itself was demanding her to slide back down the slope of rock to that waiting river of jizz...but she wasn't prepared to give up. Not yet.

Instead, she grit her teeth and reached up, felt for the next ridge or crack...anything that would give her a handhold. She found it. Muscles trembled as she pulled herself upward with her fingertips and pushed off with her toes. Angelica weighed less than Lois did, as far as she could judge, but it was still a strain that pushed her body to its fullest exertion.

And the young woman's pussy had begun to leak.

Lois could feel it on her face, taste it as it dribbled down across her lips. She was climbing blind, fingers reaching for the next hold. Three points of contact, moving only one limb at a time. The heat from the cunt in her face was growing more intense, laying against her face like a mask. A part of the reporter wondered what it was like...to have something just shoved against your cunt, to grind against it, to feel the hot breath blow into your pussy...