Lois Lane Wrecked Poison Ivy's Holes Until She Passed Out

"Nnnnngh," Lois moaned as she grabbed her head. She felt hungover. Exhausted. Terrible images ran through her head. An animalistic, mindless fury of fucking. Her cock...she'd had a cock...pounding a pale green ass over and over. Lois had been driven beyond anything. Beyond pleasure, beyond pain. It had been like an obsession. Yet there had been more than a mechanical pumping. Images flashed through her brain of biting Ivy's tits. Flipping her over and forcing her tongue into the plant woman's mouth. Growling a litany of obscene sexual images.

The reporter leaned against a tree and relieved herself. She looked around for a soft leaf, found one, and wiped herself clean. Her clit ached painfully. Her whole cunt was raw, but her clit was bigger than her thumb, and a vivid red.

"Come back to bed," Ivy called, and despite a misgiving, the reporter staggered back in that direction.

"I don't...remember all of it..." Lois said.

"Oh, the changes reverted after you passed out," Ivy said, a satisfied smile on her lips. "It was adorable how you kept telling me to get pregnant. Not that I think your sperm could have managed the job, even if I wasn't sterile. Still, I appreciated the effort."

Lois winced, and blushed, utterly embarrassed. She knew that she wasn't a stranger with Ivy, not after all they'd...known each other...but it was still weird to see those green eyes run over the reporter's naked body, drinking in the sight.

"Does your clit hurt?" Ivy asked.

"Aching," Lois said as she eased herself back into the hammock.

"Well, maybe I can help," Ivy said with a wicked smile. "It's not well known, but my saliva contains many of the same components as aloe vera."

Which is how Lois Lane came to spread her thighs as a gorgeous redheaded villain licked her painfully swollen, throbbing clit.

It hurt...at first. Then the cooling chemical compounds in Ivy's spit began to work their magic, and Lois felt the tension in her body melt away at the dual sensations of soothing aloe and a gentle, eager tongue on her cunny and clit.

"Oh...Pam," Lois moaned. "Great Ceasar's ghost, right there...just like that...oh fuck..."

The hammock rocked gently. Lois found herself holding onto the sides. Her eyes closed. A pleasant warmth began to spread outward from her pussy. Little moans came from between Lois Lane's lips. The bone-deep exhaustion seemed to make Lois sink out of her body...and then it happened.