Lois Lane Can't Stop Eating Her Pussy

Fuck her with your tongue!

The voice commanded Lois Lane, and the reporter heeded it. She had never been with another woman before, not really, and Lois could feel her heart beat faster, body tensing and quivering as her tongue slathered the salty cleft below that brown belly, ears tuned to the little pants of the old Black woman's moans...

Lois had never eaten another woman out, but she knew what felt good for her—ran her tongue up and down the labia, breathing in the scent. Flicked her tongue fast over the clit as the older woman squealed. Gums wrapped over her teeth as she tugged gently at the outer labia. Fastened her lips on the stiff little clit and sucked softly. The more she licked, sucked, and slurped, the hotter her body felt, and the longer and louder the cab driver moaned.

The climax surprised Lois. Heavy thighs clamped the reporter's shoulders, a keening half-suppressed wail came from the Black woman's mouth, and a splurt of pungent juice splashed across the reporter's face...

"Oooh....damn...dat...dat was good," the Black woman sad, fanning herself."Dat enough now, tho'. Can't...can't stay here much longer..."

She's lying, the voice in Lois Lane's head said. The slut loved it. She wants more. Make her cum again. Make her cum her brains out. **** that hot little cunt with your tongue.

Lois sucked harder on the clit, and the seat creaked as the woman shifted her ass. Brown hands gripped the reporter's hair, tugging gently as the reporter's tongue swirled swiftly around the sensitive little nub.

"Hey...hey white girl...I know you love the brown sugar but I can't...I gotta pee!" The Black woman's voice shifted register, taking on a petulant sound that sent a little shiver down the reporter's spine. Lois felt an exultant thrill run through her body, her tongue slurping faster and harder, the exhaustion in her jaw fading, tongue pushing deeper than she thought possible.

"Oh...oh fuck...how the fuck is it so deep?" The Black woman half-whispered, half-moaned.

You can do more than that. So much more, the voice whispered. Let me show you...

It was like driving a car, and someone reached over and grabbed the wheel. For a confused moment, the tongue was thick in the reporter's mouth, her body tensed as though every muscle was fighting each other, and Lois fought for control. Then, Lois **** herself to relax...and her body seemed to move of its own volition.