Lois Tries To Double-Fist Maria's Pussy And Ass At The Same Time

Lois Lane had four fingers slowly pushing in and out of Maria's ass, the reporter's tongue licking at the little shithole to keep it lubed...and down below, Mercy Graves could see the reporter pressing three fingers at the young woman's pussy, squeezing them in, tugging at the tight little cunt...

The bodyguard, shifted onto her hands and knees, one eye still locked on the gloryhole. Her hands slipped away for a moment to pour more lube onto her fingers, and as her left hand found her own asshole, her right hand found her pussy. The scene on the other side of the stall was like something out of a demented porno, and Mercy bit her lip to keep from crying out. She wanted to cum, but more than that, she didn't want to look away.

Even as Lois folded her thumb against her palm and began pressing harder against Maria's asshole, the hand underneath, wet and narrow, was pressing into the young woman's pussy. The young woman with the pierced breasts had a white-knuckle grip on the toilet, her whole body shaking as the sexually-excited reporter attempted to squeeze both of her fists inside her lover-of-the-evening at once.

For a few minutes, Mercy forgot all about Lex Luthor, all about the reason she had come here. Her eyes were focused too much on the wet, oily skin as Lois slowly but surely stretched those holes, pressing her fingers back and forth, careful not to tear Maria's ass or cunt, cooing words to relax and excite her lover.

Mercy didn't think she could emulate her. Two fingers each in her pussy and ass at once, sliding back and forth, was more than she had dared to do in months. Any more, and the bodyguard was sure she was going to hurt herself...or cum too fast. Neither of which was what Mercy wanted. No, she wanted to draw this out...she wanted to cum hard, and then...

Then what? The bodyguard blinked, shaken momentarily out of her sex-fueled reverie. Do I pull up my pants, wash my hands, and take Lane to Lex? Or do I let her get away? Mr. Luthor won't like that.

Thoughts of her bald-headed boss soured Mercy's masturbation. She tried to stretch the two fingers in her ass apart a bit, felt the sphincter fight her...but it was intense. The bodyguard panted as quietly as she could...

...and then she heard a familiar footstep on the tile outside the stalls.

Lex Luthor's bespoke dress shoes, the metal plates in the soles tapping against the floor.