Chapter 19 by Zeebop

Can Lois pry herself away from the pussy?

Lois Manages To Pry Herself Away From The Pussy

Lois Lane saw the danger. She could feel it as her face pressed against the soft, hot mound. The reporter could feel the edges of the book against her fingertips, and her tongue delved deep in that cleft...and felt, just for a moment, a terrible suction. Trying to draw her down even deeper.

As she sensed the danger, the reporter's will reasserted herself. She recognized the alien compulsion for what it was now. Some kind of temporary madness, a lesbian lunacy. The reporter pulled her face away from the crimson cunt...

...or at least, she tried to.

Muscles didn't want to work right. The suction from deep inside the vaginal canal increased. The labia wiggled and squirmed, the tunnel squeezed about her tongue. As if the pussy itself didn't want Lois to stop.

Perspiration broke out on the reporter's forehead as she steeled her concentration. Slowly...achingly slowly...she pulled her face away from the cunt. She had to fight for every millimeter. Her neck and back ached, the muscles so tense they hurt...and when her face finally broke free, Lois could feel the book strain against her hands, as though it would fly up and **** her to keep eating it out.

Through sheer **** of will, Lois Lane shut her jaw. A rictus grin bared toward the wet, squirming meat-hole beneath her. She could almost feel the strange conciousness within the book probe at her brain, as though it sought some way in...but Lois was on her guard now. Dismissed strange thoughts, fought terrible compulsions...and with a tremendous mental effort, she slammed the book's cover shut.