No, Maria Is Thirsty

Lois made to rise—and Maria surged forward, eyes focused on the dickgirl reporter's crotch. She had never seen a mouth open so wide, as though the young woman would swallow an apply in one gulp—and then all that Lois could see was the brunette's head, as she felt that mouth seal itself over the head of Lois Lane's impossibly fat cock, tongue pressing against—and Lois swore into—her piss-hole.

"Hey," Lois said, one hand shaking the young woman's shoulder. "Stop, I have to pee. I really have to take a piss."

The pressure on the reporter's bladder was a physical thing, distinct from her need to jizz, more familiar. She felt like she had to piss a pint. Her cock was fucked out, remaining limp as Maria suckled on it, the tip of her tongue sliding into the reporter's urethra. The extra stimulation wasn't doing anything for Lois Lane's **** attempts to contain her bladder.

Through an effort of will, Lois rolled over onto her knees. Maria's head was on the floor, the reporter's cock hanging down over her face.

"C'mon, let go," Lois reached down and shook her dick, but Maria was fixated on it. The only response the young woman gave was to reach up and clamp her hands around the reporter's buttocks, as though trying to shove the limp python down her throat.

Lois Lane groaned. The tickling of her urethra was unfamiliar. The whole channel of her cock burned, and she remembered how boyfriends would piss after cumming, to clear themselves out. She had never understood that—but now she did. And as Maria continued to try and stuff her tongue deeper into the reporter's cock-hole, she was past caring about consequences.

It was like a relaxation, letting muscles go instead of clamping them tight. Lois closed her eyes and threw her head back as she felt the warm urine move through her girlcock. A part of her wanted to say something, to warn Maria...and then the stream of piss hit her cock head and Lois felt the burning sensation as the raw fresh, strained from all the ejaculations, was suddenly host to a high-power liquid surge.

She could feel the warm liquid fill Maria's mouth...and then vanish. Fill, and then descend in a sucking vacuum. The reporter opened her eyes in time to see Maria swallow and swallow, as though her piss were some ambrosia or nectar. Lois Lane had never had a fetish for watersports, but watching the young woman defile herself almost made her understand what some people saw in it.

Maria couldn't swallow fast enough. Warm jets of piss burbled out of the young woman's nostrils, unable to drink enough of the yellow stream. With a wrench, the reporter pulled her cock out of the lips, sending the last of the spurting stream onto the young woman's tits as Maria coughed and sputtered beneath her.

Finally, Lois was left holding her python, the limp dick dripping down onto Maria's face.

"Are you happy now?" Lois muttered.