Present His Balls For Cleaning

One hand lifted up his cock...revealing the sweaty, hairy scrotum. Lois stared, fascinated, barely breathing as he lifted up his nuts and pressed them through the three-inch diameter hole.

Lois swallowed hard.

Well, there they are, Lane, she told herself. What are you waiting for?

The reporter opened her mouth and slid it up and to draw one of the dangling testicles in her mouth, her lower lip and chin scraping against the wall. The teste was warm and solid in her mouth, and all that Lois could taste or smell was his sweat...the ingrained musty, salty build-up of unwashed cock and balls. Fine, curly hairs played against her teeth, and soft skin covered with gooseflesh met her sensitive tongue.

Have to do the other one, Lois thought. Or maybe...both at once?

Using her fingers, Lois opened her mouth wide and carefully stuffed the other testicle in there. Her nose was pressed against the underside of his dick now, her tongue rolling over the flesh, feeling the egg-shapes within. A part of her had dreamed of doing this during highschool...just exploring boy's anatomy, finding out what they tasted like. When she grew up, though, it had never been something that she had given much time or thought to. Most men were more interested in getting off.

Now here I am, washing the balls of a complete stranger.

Her tongue lapped at the bottom of the sack, tracing the soft, hairless skin that ran down toward the taint. The smell filled her world, a kind of gym-sock scent, with hints of piss and ammonia. She could ignore the women in the stall with her, ignore the fact that she was on her knees before a gloryhole, the tip of her nose digging into a meaty cock. Her mouth was filled with those sweaty, hairy, virile orbs.

It's nasty and disgusting...I'm nasty...so nasty...

Lois Lane's fingers slipped down to her pants, rubbing at her pussy through her pants. Her mouth watered, her stomach rumbled. She wanted more than just to suck on his balls...