With Her Tongue

Whatever else she might be—and however much more there was of her right now—Lois Lane was not a quitter. The fresh piercing through the reporter's nipple was still painful, but she **** a smile on her face as she lowered her face down between Maria's thighs.

Lois rubbed her cheeks against the labia and thighs as she worked up the courage for what she was about to do. She had never really gone down on another woman before. Still, she knew intellectually how this was supposed to go; men had gone down on her before, and she'd watched lesbians eat each other out on porn. But now, here she was, face-to-face with a pussy.

The smell is what hit her first. Maria hadn't washed lately, and her pussy smelled strongly of her musk. Not unpleasant...sort of that gentle reek of the locker room. Lois had smelled worse, going down on men; testosterone did something to men's bodies that made them exude just a constant low-level reek, but Maria smelled...oddly compelling.

The reporter extended her tongue to see how she tasted.

There was a hint of salt as the reporter's tongue scraped over the labia. She ran her tongue over it again, pushed deeper this time, and a tangy, sour juice met her tongue...and Maria's fingers dug into the reporter's hair.

"Yeah, piggy...eat that pussy. Suck that cunt. Maybe after we get done here we can go to a buffet..."

Lois **** herself to push her tongue forward, to continue to lick at the hot, tangy slice in front of her. Her cheeks burned at the young woman's words. The reporter could feel the weight of her heavier body, the unaccustomed jiggle all over, how her breasts hung lower, even her arms and legs felt fuller...and while she didn't like to think of herself as fat, she was definitely bigger, and for someone who had spent their entire life trying to keep thin it felt so...so...