Chapter 9 by Zeebop

Does Lois strip her clothes off hurriedly, or slowly?

Lois Strips Hurriedly

Oh, what the hell, Lois thought as she hurriedly pulled down her pants. Probably it was the booze talking, but Lois couldn't deny she was hot and bothered. Maybe a lesbian fling will be good for me. Broaden my horizons a bit.

As soon as the reporter was stark naked, Valeria was on her like an octopus. Sudsy hands sliding and caressing the reporter's ribs, down to the small of her back, to grab the reporter's small and barely-there ass. She crushed Lois towards herself, a thick thigh slipping between the reporter's legs to press against her pussy—and Lois, in turn, felt the hot, wet lips rub against her own thigh.

"That's it," Valeria said, shifting her left hand under the reporter's right knee. "Touch me. Move with me."

The Latina's big tits smooshed into the reporter's small chest. Water poured down them both as they moved against one another, preciously balanced. Lois gasped in the steam as the thigh rubbed against her pussy, and she tried to give as good as she got, the two women shifting back and forth, pussies rubbing against one another's legs...tits against tits...slippery hands finding grips, Lois Lane's sinking into thick, soft flesh, Valeria's pressing into the reporter's leaner, bonier frame.

Valeria smiled at Lois. Her mouth closed in, and Lois tilted her head to meet her lips. Tongues just touched. Expectation tightened in the reporter's stomach as the heat built up in her body. It all felt so good.

Then the needle sank into the back of her neck.

Lois Lane's eyes went wide as her vision already started to swim. Each pulse of her heart pumped the poison around her system.

"You're going to be so much more fun when you wake up," Valeria said. "So much bigger."

The reporter's vision narrowed at the edges, darkness closed in.