Maria Could Be Happier

Lois stared up from between Maria's thighs, happy with her work. Her gaze went over the soft plain of her belly, the little oasis of her navel, past the valley between her tits to see the face rising above them like a moon between mountains...

...Maria was not smiling. The reporter frowned.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing." The young woman said in that tone of voice that said that it most certainly was not nothing.

Lois winced. "You didn't like it?"

"No! No no, I did," Maria quickly said. "It's just...um...there's still some cum...in my ass?" The last word phrased as a question, voice turning hopeful.

The reporter blinked. Tonight was turning out to be a night of firsts.

She dropped down to examine her work area, prying the sweaty ass cheeks apart, examining the little pink pucker. Maria was keeping it closed, the load of jizz that had shot deep inside of the young woman's rectum still in there.

Lois tried to work up enthusiasm for the task. She hadn't felched anyone before. It had just never even run across her sexual menu. But Maria had been nice enough to let Lois fuck and cum in her—twice—and the reporter definitely felt the weight of obligation to make sure the young woman had a good time.

So she puckered up her lips and pressed them against the sweaty brown-eye in an obscene kiss. Felt the little wrinkles of the anus, her nose almost plunging into the young woman's freshly cleaned pussy. The muscles were quivering, struggling to hold it in. Opening her lips very slightly, Lois extended her tongue...

Sweat, and something bitter assaulted her tongue. She ignored the flavor, pressing the soft organ harder against the flexing orifice, teasing the young woman's muscles to relax. Maria's ass was tensing, struggling to hold on. Lois pressed her tongue harder...

The anus opened suddenly, spasmodically. Salty excrescence filled Lois Lane's mouth, the young woman unable to hold it anymore. The reporter, left with few options, started to suck and swallow. Gob after salty gob slid down her throat, and Lois pushed her tongue in against the torrent, pressing against the rim of the spasming anus.

Eventually—it had felt like forever, though Lois knew it must have been perhaps a minute—the tide stopped. From up above, Maria issued a contented sigh. And Lois Lane knew that she wanted only one thing...