Make Her Cum

Lois held her there, fingers digging into the redhead's scalp. The eyes were wide, tinged with pain. The reporter smiled.

"No need to fear, Maria. No need at all. See? I'm going to make you feel good."

The reporter's hands traced the young woman's slit, rubbing against the muff before grinding hard against the clit. Strange lights came into the redhead's eyes then—pleasure mixed with pain, fear and excitement, all swirling around together.

It made Lois wet.

Hooking two finger, the reporter sank them into Maria swiftly, suddenly, feeling the cunny clamp instinctively against her at the sudden and unexpected penetration. The young woman yelped and shook in Lois' hands, and the reporter tightened her grip on the hair, until Maria opened her mouth in a yawning gape as her scalp was peeled back.

"Stop." The voice was iron and honey, the bloom of the rose that promises thorns. "Don't move."

Lois tugged at the cunt in her hand, feeling Maria instinctively lift her hips. "I said I'm going to make you feel good, didn't I? All you have to do is take it."

And Maria did.

The reporter braced one knee behind the young woman's back, and Maria laid there as Lois explored her pussy. Her lover whimpered as the fingers brushed the g-spot, and Lois focused her attacks on that weak spot, rubbing and pressing at it, using her thumb to massage the victim's clit, teasing it unwillingly into erection—while never, ever loosening her grip on Maria's hair.

Wet warmth flooded Lois' nethers as the young woman cowered beneath her, the tension increasing in her taut body every moment as the reporter caressed and penetrated, teasing her to unwanted heights. No doubt the young woman had been hoping for sex tonight—but this was to be no soppy seduction, no ****-fueled makeout session.

No, Lois knew as the Crimson K burned bright behind her eyes. She would wreak an orgasm from this bitch and drive her to tears doing it.

Maria was already close. The brunette could feel the young woman fight it as her chest began to heave, breath coming in short pants. The cunt was wet and squishy beneath Lois' fingers, the eyes rolling in their sockets, not daring to close but feeling it coming closer and closer.

Lois leaned close as each pant began to change into a little moaning hiccup, Maria's mouth open, body jerking involuntarily, nipples stiff and erect as they pointed toward heaven—and when she came the reporter engulfed Maria's mouth with her own, stealing the kiss, sucking up the hot breath and ramming her tongue past Maria's weak protests to taste the back of her mouth as her fingers jammed full on inside of her.

Maria wanted to scream, to buck, to thrash, but Lois held her too tightly, and all she could do was surrender warm wet love spraying across Lois' hand as the orgasm wracked her body...and finally collapse, spent, crying.

Lois released her. "Now. Wasn't that nice?"