Kiss The Cunt

With a sultry smile, Maria knelt down on her knees as Lois spread her legs wide. The red-and-pink haired woman brought her face right down to the reporter's pussy, using her fingers to spread open the lips, and breathe in the scent. Then she extended a delicate pink tongue, and began to lick at the inner folds, teasing and tasting her way...

Lois' hands caressed Maria's head, fingers tangling in her hair. Maybe it was the Crimson K, but the reporter watched the woman go down on her as though from a distance. Like she was watching a POV porn video. There was this separation between her conscious mind and the actions her body was going through. Except she could feel that wet, soft tongue press into and explore her depths, and the warm strands of hair between her fingers. She had never done anything like this. Not even in college, when her roommate would bring girls in, late at night, the young women reeking of beer and falling into groping piles upon the bed, as Lois stayed away, knowing what was going on but unwilling...unable to bring herself to get involved...

An evil thought came to her...and it seemed to fill Lois' mind, pushing out all other thoughts. This little rugmunching cunt needed to pick up the pace.

Lois planted her feet on the floor, and with a lurch launched herself forward. The moment knocked a surprised Maria onto her back, Lois' knees crashing into the carpet on either side of the woman's head, her feet pinning the bitch to the floor.

Her knees burned, her head was dizzy from the sudden shift in position, and the adrenaline was making her heart pound. Maria laid there, dazed and maybe a little shocked and hurt from how she'd landed on the floor. But she couldn't move her arms...and her mouth was still at the right place.

"Now," Lois said, as she lowered her hips, grinding her twat against Maria's face, smearing her with the reporter's juice. "Eat that fucking pussy, you fat cow." The reporter reached behind her to slap at one of Maria's tits, and the woman beneath her winced in pain.

The tongue pressed deep and hard into Lois' twat, and the reporter ground down, riding Maria's face. Her free hands came up to grope her own tits, pulling and twisting at the hardening nipples. "That's right..." she said, "Do exactly what I say..."

Lois was being a bad girl, she knew. But it felt so good.