There Is A Horrible Accident

The road to hell, they say, is paved with good intentions. Lois Lane's intentions at the outset were very good. She had been having a good time, and wanted to reciprocate. As a woman, she thought eating a pussy would be easy. After all, she was a woman. She'd been the receiver of oral sex. Knew what felt good.

Then Lois Lane's upper left canine tooth snagged Angelica Blaze's labia.

"Owww!" The young woman howled. "What the fuck!? Teeth!"

"Shrorugh!" Lois tried to say—and immediately realized that trying to talk, while your teeth are snagged with bits of very sensitive skin and integument, is more akin to chewing than communication.

Hands grabbed onto the reporter's head and pushed. Lois Lane tried to resist, as she worked to untangle the terrible fiasco of cunnilingus...but then Blaze shoved her with irresistible strength.

So, in a sense, Blaze tore her own labia.

"AAAARGH!"

The howl shook the cavern.

"Sorry!" Lois said. "Oh god, I'm so sorry! I don't know..."

Lois stared at the young woman's pussy. It spurted blood...or something like blood. Not red. Black liquid like crude oil spurted out from the ragged wound that ran for about an inch from Angelica Blaze's clit down the right side of her pussy. The missing strip of flesh was still stuck in the reporter's teeth.

"CUNT!" Blaze roared, and Lois saw that her eyes were pure white now, without pupil or iris.