Lucy Is Not Enjoying The Show

Jimmy Olsen's hands slid onto Lois Lane's hips. His cock pushed forward in firm, even strokes, the reporter shifting back and forth to meet him, to feel that rigid prick push deep inside of her. As Lucy watched, she saw the naked need on Lois' face, the crimson flush to Jimmy's cheeks, heard the wet slap every time cock buried in cunt, heard the little moans from Jimmy's lips that only she had heard...

...and Lucy felt that terrible tension in her heart, even as her long, pale fingers kept rubbing her cunny through her panties. A pussy that was increasingly wet, a heat that kept building up inside of her. Watching Jimmy cheat on her, boning this utter whore right in front of her made her feel bad, but it was also weirdly erotic. Like something forbidden. Yet the more she watched it, the more Lucy was sure of one thing.

She wasn't a voyeur.

Which is why she paused to pull her panties down. Gathered her courage and stepped forward. She didn't stop until she could feel Lois Lane's breath on her labia, until the reporter's nose was buried in her Brazilian strip.

"It's not fair," Lucy said, as those violet eyes gazed up at her...and Lois understood. Although she wasn't really experienced in lesbian play, Lois felt a pang of sympathy for the young woman.

So as she let her tongue out of her mouth, to run along that shaven labia, Lois hoped that this would make it up to Lucy for fucking her boyfriend. Almost instinctively, she squeezed her pussy tight around Jimmy's cock...and the redhead moaned as he saw Lois Lane eating out his girlfriend's pussy.

"Oh...oh God that's so hot..." Jimmy panted, a sudden look of panic on his face. "I'm going to cum!"