Lois Is Defiant

"Bitch, step off." The reporter growled. She gave Maria an open-palmed shove against the shoulders, forcing the naked young woman with the pierced nipples and dripping slit back. "I don't care how wet you are. I might be gay, but I'm not gay for you."

Anger boiled through Lois Lane, frustration at this whole situation. The lights seemed to burn brighter, her skin soaking up the sunlamps' output, and the reporter was feeling energetic...charged...spunky. Her nails dug into her palm, almost itching for a fight.

Maria grinned and raised her hands behind her head. She waggled her hips and leaned forward to shake her big tits.

"Playing hard to get? Look, if you don't want to lick my pussy, I'll be happy to lick yours."

"Knock it off," Lois said. "Look, why don't you help me figure a way out of here? We can work together."

Maria's smiled widened. She had a generous mouth, but the way she did it struck Lois as...off. She wondered if maybe Maria had been experimented on too.

"Maria...I'm warning you, okay? I don't want to hurt you, but nobody is licking any pussies in here. If you don't want to help, then just keep your distance while I figure a way out."

"C'mon," the young woman said, and brought her hands down...arms out wide...the young woman dropping into a wrestler's crouch. She licked her lips, slowly, obviously, making the reporter watch the tongue make the obscene circuit. "Give us a taste. You're dripping."

Which was true. Lois could feel the rivulets of liquid leaking down the inside of her thighs. The reporter's nipples were hard, her cheeks burned. She was almost vibrating with energy, and so horny she couldn't stand it...but she was defiant to the end.

I'm not going to put on a show for these sick bastards! The reporter told herself.

Even though Lois was expecting it, she was still shocked as Maria charged at her.