Lois Lane Has To A Bitch

The reporter looked down at the weirdly glowing eyes of the blonde superheroine eating her pussy. The options available to her right then seemed vanishingly small. All she had were here hands and her cunt...and that would have to be enough.

Lois bent over, her hands sliding through that bright blonde hair. Thumbs met at the back of Black Canary's neck, fingers closing around her throat. The reporter began to squeeze.

The tongue froze momentarily inside the reporter's pussy as the blonde's air supply was cut off.

"Keep licking me, bitch!" Lois growled. "Don't you dare stop until I cum! If you want to breathe, eat my cunt like your life depends on it!"

Neck and jaw and tongue moved, slurping at the reporter's slit, animated by some **** beyond the merely human. Lois knew it would take a couple of minutes before a normal human woman would pass out...and she had no idea how long Black Canary could hold her breath.

What she did know was that the woman's lungs must be starting to burn, her vision fading at the edges. Lois Lane could feel the pain in her own fingers as she squeezed tighter, not knowing how long she could keep this up, but not wanting to do any permanent damage to the possessed woman.

The tongue and lips were distracting. Lois Lane's juices were flowing readily, and unable to swallow they were simply overflowing the Black Canary's mouth, dribbling out of the corners as the blonde's lips fastened on the reporter's hard little clit and began to suck. The pale face between the reporter's thighs was growing redder and redder Lois kept the pressure on, **** the bitch out...

Then Black Canary's mouth enveloped the reporter's pussy and she began to hum.

Lois Lane had never ridden a Sybian, never cared for vibrators. But she had felt the thrill between her legs when riding in a Shelby GT500, the pleasant pressure and vibration of riding a bicycle down a gravel road. This...this was something else. The vibrations seemed to travel straight from her cunt to her brain.

Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, hands and forearms locked around that pale neck grew numb, and there was a flicker of something in the possessed woman's eyes...something Lois couldn't read. It was, the reporter was sure, the demon's last gasp, the final card to play.

It was working. Lois could feel the anticipation build inside of her body, pussy feeling good beyond words, thighs quivering, unable to stop her arms from shaking. She was on the verge of a cunt-busting orgasm beyond anything she had ever experienced, and beneath her Black Canary's face was turning purple, the possessed woman on the verge of passing out...and it was all a question of who could hold out longest.