Lois Wants To Give Her A Happy Ending

Something clicked inside Lois Lane. She had never been the passive type, not in bed or anywhere else. Yet here she was, getting fondled and felt up by this young woman...a young, sexy woman...as if the whole of their interactions were a one-way street.

Lois turned over, Angelica Blaze ducking under the reporter's leg. The reporter could see her there in the dim light, naked and flushed with arousal. The little pink nipples on Angelica's tiny titties were hard, the dark hair a wild mane hanging down her back. Almost as an afterthought, Lois looked down at her crotch. There was a soft grove of bush there, as black as her hair, wet...

"I want to taste your cunt," Lois said, her voice echoing oddly in the cavern. "Come sit on my face."

Angelica paused, eyes growing wide. She stayed stock-still, one hand poised over the reporter's throbbing pussy as though to stroke it. Maybe she couldn't believe what she had just heard...or maybe she liked being in charge and didn't know how to handle the shift in mood.

"Don't make me repeat myself," the reporter said. There was steel in her voice, the same steel that her father had when he barked an order to the troops under his command. It was a tone that brooked no defiance, that carried unsaid the threat of consequences if things were not done immediately.

Blaze crawled over the reporter's naked body. Lois felt her heart beat quicker as the pussy approached. She had never actually eaten out another woman before.

How hard could it be? Lois thought. Like kissing. Start with the lips, work your way in, remember to use your tongue...

Then the cunt was in her face, the black bush consuming her vision. A slightly fishy smell hit Lois, not entirely unpleasant. The honest sweat of a woman who hadn't had time to wash yet, her scent strong...and Lois raised her head up a little, felt her nose bury itself in that soft, curly down, wet heat pressed against her lips.

Lois Lane opened her mouth, and began to lick.