Make Lana Eat Her Out

The reporter grinned wickedly as she **** the inside-out condom into Lana Lang's mouth, smearing the red-head's tongue with cum, watching her suck on her fingers like they were a little cock...it was too much. The tingle between Lois' legs had turned into a burning need. A desire that only one thing could satisfy.

With a pop, the raven-haired reporter slipped her fingers out of Lana's mouth. With a flick of her wrist she sent the spent condom away in the general direction of the wastebasket.

Lois stood and pressed her muff against Lana's chin. The red-head stared up at her, big blue eyes open wide, questioning. Her mouth was still full of sperm, and Lois ground her labia against that beautiful, innocent farmgirl face.

"Open wide, you cum-guzzling slut," she ordered Lana. "I want to feel that sticky load as you eat my pussy. I want you to shove that filthy, baby batter deep into my cunt like you were trying to knock me up by tongue-fucking me."

The reporter's hands settled on either side of Lana's head, grabbing fistfuls of bright red hair. "And I'm ot going to let you go until you get me off."

Something flashed through those bright blue eyes—anger, defiance, lust—and then Lois felt those lips part, the warm familiar sensation of a slippery tongue thrusting up into her slit, and it was all she could do to hold herself there and not hump the red-head's face.

Men had eaten her out before—men who had only wanted her hole wet enough to stick their prongs into, who thought giving her kitty a tongue bath was a thirty-second job, who got diver's tongue after five minutes, and thought five minutes of cunnilingus was worth a half hour blow job.

But a woman...Lana drove her tongue in deep, pushing the sticky load as far up inside of Lois as she could, but the red-head didn't stop there. Her tongue swooped and swirled around the reporter's vagina, ducking out to flick her tongue around Lois' clit, kissing and licking the little knob, before trailing back down to grope and rube the inside of Lois' pussy with her tongue.

The reporter shivered. It was the best oral sex of her life.

It was the pleasure that only a woman can give to a woman, who knows exactly where to press and fondle, how to drive her lover into that height of ecstasy, and as Lana Lang clung to her knees Lois felt her climax approaching, a real climax, something she had never experienced from oral sex before. It reduced the domineering reporter to a clinched huddle, pressing her cunt hard against her lover's mouth, shivering and shuddering through the ecstatic waves that ripped through the reporter's frame.

And when it was done...Lois panted and raised her lover's head to look into those big blue eyes, chin sticky with Lois' own juices, lipstick a red smear on her lips. She just wanted to...