Poison Ivy Puts Her Feet On Lois Lane's Head As She Sucks Her Pussy

Lois Lane was alert as Poison Ivy flipped her over, tits down, on the couch. The villain slid in behind her...legs stretched up and over the reporter's shoulder blades, to press against the back of Lois Lane's head. Hands clutched onto the reporter's arms toward hr legs, to pull her face down and ass up. It felt like a wrestling hold...and it left her bare pussy and ass acutely **** to Ivy's tongue and lips.

The villain drank in the perfume of Lois Lane's cunny. Ivy's lips covered her teeth as she nipped at the reporter's labia. Pulled on the sensitive little flaps. Let her tongue tease the stressed flesh as her toes tangled themselves in the reporter's hair. As the stimulant took hold, Lois tried to move out of position, but Ivy was stronger than she looked. She was in the driver's seat, and the reporter knew she liked it.

Ivy's lips pressed against the reporter's slit in an obscene kiss. There was a long, lewd slurp as the naked villain sucked the juice from the reporter's pussy. Lois shuddered and tried to twist her body; this position put all of her weight on her breasts, and the small breasts were smashed flat against the couch cushions, sore and achy from Ivy's previous handling.

The more Lois struggled, the tighter Ivy's grip became. Her long green legs pressed hard against the reporter's head, her hands held the reporter's wrists in a grip as strong as the roots of an ancient oak. Ivy smiled at the reporter's pathetic efforts. Her tongue slid out of the helpless pussy, to lick over Lois Lane's taint, and touch the tiny pit of the reporter's ass...and Lois found her tongue.

"No....not my ass!" Lois moaned.