Pamper The Pussy

Two sudsy fingers dove into the reporter's slit, and Lois Lane let loose a squeal as the lavender lather slid into her slot. Angie Blaze's other hand squeezed the reporter's breast, her own tits sliding up and down the woman's back, and a shudder ran through the newborn bimbo's whole body.

"I'm so glad to hear that, Lois," Blaze whispered in her ear. The tingling in the reporter's pussy was spreading as he shampoo worked her magic. It felt as though she was floating in a pink haze of cotton candy, all the cares and worries fading away.

"Because from now on, you're going to be all about the pussy," Angie punctuated her words by sliding the fingers in and out of the reporter's sopping pussy. The heat was building in the reporter's crotch, and she spread her thighs wider, hips rolling as she tried to hump the fingers digging into her cunny. "No cocks. No men. Especially no Supermen. Isn't that right?"

"Yes!" Lois said, lost in a haze of bliss—and Blaze's fingers were moving faster, her other arm spreading the lather over Lois Lane's body, the tingling spreading and spreading...

"You love pussy. You love women. Their breasts, their asses, their cunts. You want to eat cunt, don't you Lois?"

"Yes, yes!" Lois was howling now, her hips bucking of their own volition, she was so very, very close.

"Pretty, pretty pussies," Blaze moaned into the reporter's ear. "So pink, so wet. All different sizes and shapes. You want to touch them, taste them, see them. Feel them on your fingers and tongues. Feel the women squirm and wriggle and howl as you make them cum."

There was pause, as Angie breathed heavily into Lois Lane's ear...and then a command.

"Cum for me."

The reporter's hands fell on Angie's knees, gripping for dear life as her climax came on...and for the first time in her life, the reporter felt something hot and wet spurt from her pussy, her whole body trying to contract around those fingers as an electric current seemed to travel straight from her pussy to her brain, eliminating all though, everything except the feel of those fingers playing her pussy like a fine instrument.

When she could move again, Lois felt almost like she was floating. Like some great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She ran her hand down the outside of Angie Blaze's thighs.

"Want...cunt..." Lois murmured.