Not If Lois Lane Can Get Harley Quinn Off First

As the pale pussy descended toward her face, the **** reporter suddenly realized that this **** cuntlicking represented a potential opportunity—if she could get Harley Quinn off fast enough, maybe she could convince the Clown Princess of Crime to free her before Poison Ivy got back...

Which is why, as Harley Quinn's slit descended, Lois Lane opened her mouth wide. Her lips glomped onto the offered cunny, encompassing it directly...and the reporter sucked hard, her tongue running up and down over the outer labia, tasting the salty, tangy juices on the tip of her tongue.

"Oh yeah!" Harley said, her bubble butt settling on the reporter's face, gloved hands smooshing Lois Lane's tits. "Hey-hey, how do you tell the difference between a rectal and an oral thermometer? The taste!"

Lois Lane's groaned into the pussy she was sucking on, and Harley moaned and quivered. The reporter's brow furrowed...but then Harley tried another one.

"You ever hear about the jockey whose partner doesn’t do oral sex? He was the headless horseman!"

The reporter groaned again, louder, and Harley's laughter at her own corny joke was a wheezing hyena guffaw broken up by panting as Lois Lane's tongue dove into the slit. Strong muscles gripped the reporter's tongue as she slid into those hot walls. The other woman's groping at the reporter's breasts became more urgent, smooshing the small boobs together, playing with the hard nipples, pinching and pulling them roughly.

If Lois wasn't tied up with a potato shoved in her twat, she might even enjoy this.

Harley moved her ass so that Lois Lane's tongue slipped out of the tight little hole...and the reporter's lips fastened on the criminal's stiff little clit, hiding in its cave of flesh. Lois sucked and tickled it with the tip of her tongue, not too hard, afraid of hurting Harley...but nothing the other woman did could be as painful as her repertoire of dirty jokes.

"Hey-hey, what do dentists, historians, and prostitutes have in common? Oral history!"

The slit slipped too far, the reporter's nose getting a brief and unhappy field trip into the depths of the clown's cunny...but by then it was too late. Harley's ass twisted around in circles, grinding her hairless cunt into the reporter's face, Lois barely able to breathe as she sought to shift her head to meet the chaotic motions, but it was to no avail. Harley Quinn was simply masturbating using the reporter's face like a cat might use a scratching post...and when, at last, the pale criminal gave a high-pitched squeal that hurt Lois Lane's ears, she grabbed the reporter's breasts, painted nails digging into the soft, sensitive flesh like she was about to rip them off.

Panting with exertion, Lois heard Harley say: "Whew...that was a good one. Hey thanks, I really needed that. Your tongue ain't too bad..."

"You should see what I can do with my hands," Lois Lane mumbled, finding her voice at last. Hoping that Harley would take the bait. "I could really get you off then."