Lois Lane Grinds One Out on Poison Ivy's Face

The reporter panted as she grabbed Ivy's head. Her buttocks tensed as she pressed her pussy against the bound villain's face. Ivy kept her mouth shut as the labia briefly engulfed her nose, as the dark pubic hair mingled with crimson eyebrows. Lois Lane huffed as her hips flexed, her pussy dragged up and down, her clit rubbed against Ivy's nose, eyes, mouth...

"It's your own fault...whatever you gave me..." Lois said as her body worked on auto-pilot. Her cunny squelched against the woman's face, and though Ivy tried to shift her head, the reporter's hands were clamped on Ivy's ears. Pussy-juice leaked into the bound woman's eyes, flooded her nostrils, dribbled down her lips. The reporter's pussy, hot and wet, moved with terrible urgency as the sexually excited reporter moved faster and faster.

In her own private sexual vernacular, Lois called this bitch-fucking. Like a dog that humped a pillow. Something that Lois had never tried with a human being, but which she had sometimes down with a smooth, round bedpost, or the corner of a washing machine as it ran. Now, Lois had a living bedpost to frot against...and the reporter, now uninhibited by whatever cocktail of toxins and pheromones that Ivy had given her, quivered with excitement as she rubbed her cunt harder and harder against Ivy's face.

It took Lois Lane nearly ten minutes to climax, as the pleasure and excitement slowly grew inside of her. A good Navy SEAL can hold their breath for five. Even Poison Ivy, with her metahuman physiology, had to eventually gasp for air, to suck in the reporter's cunt-liquor, cough and sputter, tongue and teeth pressed against the hot, sensitive labia...and when the tension in Lois Lane's body reached it's pit, and her rough humping of the redhead's face reached the point where the reporter's labia covered Ivy's mouth, her clit pressed hard against Ivy's nose, Lois threw back her head and howled...

...and her cunt exploded in a deluge of ejaculate. A flood of brackish fluid surged into Ivy's mouth, and the bound woman swallowed desperately as her breasts heaved and limbs thrashed in their bonds, as she tried not to drown.

Until the reporter slid her pussy down to stare at the pussy-smeared, tear-drenched face...and grinned at the bleary-eyed Poison Ivy, whose body convulsed as she tried to **** the pussy-juice out of her lungs.

"I hope you like that," Lois said. "Because I'm going to fuck you like I just got out of prison!"