Maria Licking Lois Lane's Pussy As She Fisted Her To Climax

A hot tongue ran along Lois Lane's labia. Maria gently worked her hand inside the reporter's overstuffed cunny, and the reporter laid back and sucked in the smoke from the blunt, took it into her lungs, held it there before she let it out... The young woman licked her way up to Lois Lane's clit and pressed those hot lips against it and began to suck.

I'm getting high, fisted, with a plug up my ass holding in an unknown substance, and a young lesbian with big boobs and pierced nipples is sucking on my pussy, Lois Lane thought. This is just fucking...great.

In between puffs, Lois let her enjoyment be known. She moaned. She writhed. Her hips rose and her buttocks squeezed and quivered as Maria slowly and methodically worked her way up one side of the pussy and down the other and back again, all while her hand gently pulled and pushed. When pulling it out, Lois tightened up, and she could feel the walls of her cunt stretch as the widest part of Maria's hand threatened to pop out. When pressed inside, Lois sucked in cold air.

Time lost meaning. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes, for the ash on the blunt grew and grew, and the air above the reporter's head was hazy. The reporter could feel the sweat accumulate along the edges of her bra, her thighs were clammy and quivering, and a sense of anticipation inside of her grew and grew...

Lois Lane rarely climaxed. With herself, sure, given a few minutes she could get herself off fine. With a partner, it was harder. Sex felt good, but actually cumming rarely happened. Guys were too focused on just drilling their cocks into her, and they never took their time with cunnilingus, or wanted to just jam an unlubricated finger or dick up her ass—which was usually the reporter's cue to kick them out of bed—but Maria was pressing all of her buttons at once.

When it happened, the reporter gave a series of soft moans, each sharper than before. Maria's lips were fastened on her clit, her tongue teased the hard little nub of sensitive flesh mercilessly, the hand worked in and out of the reporter's pussy relentlessly, and as the blunt burn down to sting her fingers Lois Lane's back arched and she cried out sharply as her whole body shook, and an electric wave spasmed from her cunt to the crown of her skull, muscles clamped down tight as Lois went tumbling over the edge.

Almost as an afterthought, Maria pulled her sodden hand effortlessly out of the reporter's pussy and licked it, like a cat. The hazel eyes flashed, the generous mouth smiled.

"I think you're ready," Maria said.