Of Course Not—Selina Strips Too

The reporter pulled off her cum-slick pants and panties. Jacket and shirt went next. Ther was nothing the reporter could do about the globs of sticky jizz in her hair, but she did the best that she could to wring the cum out as she stood there, naked and shivering, with her smartphone in one hand and a single arm covering her small nipples.

"Luckily, we're about the same size," Selina said as she unzipped the tight-fitting catsuit. Lois Lane couldn't avoid looking at her as the thief undressed. There were scars on that toned body, and lean muscle that spoke of more than long hours at the gym.

Unlike the reporter, Selina seemed to have no care for nudity. Her underwear was very businesslike: tight-fitting dark grey shorts and a sports bra—and she pulled these off and offered them to the reporter.

"This will keep you decent," the thief said.

"Thanks," Lois managed as she took them...and she caught the thief's appraising glance, up and down, while Lois was totally exposed. The Cheshire smile never left Selina's face. The thief herself stepped back into her catsuit, now totally commando, her nipples clearly defined against the fabric as she zipped up.

Since Selina was a bit bigger in the breast department, the bra was a bit loose and ell somewhat low on Lois; and because the reporter's hips were a hair wider the panties were a bit tight, and grabbed her hips, riding low enough that the reporter's carefully-trimmed pubic hair stuck out over the top...but she was mostly covered, which was something.

"Now," Selina said as she held her glowstick up. "There's an intersection with the sewers here...and then a door to a basement...and the gem and the missing women are in there, if my information is accurate."

Curiosity prompted Lois to ask a question.