Lois Lane vs. Mercy Graves, Round 2: Fuck!

Mercy Graves' hazel eyes focused a little. Even though her sockets were black and swollen, the bodyguard could feel the reporter's weight on her, hear the threat in Lois Lane's voice. The sticky cunny dripped between split lips, which stung where the tangy pussy juice rubbed on the open wounds.

Swallowing her pride, and a bit of blood, Mercy Graves opened her mouth. Slowly, hesitantly, a pink tongue stole out from between those mashed lips. Lois Lane grinned, unable to stop as she felt the warm, soft tongue stroke her slit. The reporter's heart hammered, and she shook with adrenaline.

She couldn't explain the sudden burst of aggression which had given her the edge over the trained and conditioned bodyguard...anymore than she could explain why her hands pulled at Mercy Grave's shirt. The bodyguard could hardly resist as the naked woman atop her pulled the shirt up over the hard abs...tugged down the tight little sports bra...and the reporter's own nipples felt hard as rocks as her fingers finally grabbed onto the tiny titties.

"Yeah...yeah, eat the fucking pussy. Don't act like it's your first, Mercy Graves! You're a rug-munching slut if I ever saw one."

Mercy Graves said nothing. Her tongue ran up and down the slit in front of her, more carefully now. No...eagerly. The tongue pressed harder into the slit, as though the juices were sweet, and the mashed lips tried to fasten on the little clit as Lois played with Mercy's titties.

The reporter let out something between a moan and a purr as her hips instinctively rubbed, not content to hold her pussy in place but humping the bodyguard's face, the hard little chin pressed in between Lois' ass cheeks. Lois could feel Mercy squirm beneath her...and Lois licked her own lips, wondered what Mercy's pussy tasted like.

Thought gave way to action. Quick as a whippet, the reporter flipped over. Her ass now pressed into Mercy Grave's nose, and Lois could run her hands over the bodyguard's washboard abs...pull at the military-style belt to undo the tight grey pants...and Lois Lane smiled to see the bare skin, freshly shaved mons beneath. Mercy Graves was going commando...