Lois Picks Pussy

Lois breathed in, drinking the scent before her. She had never tasted pussy before, but the smells and tastes were familiar to her... The acrid, tangy odor of sweat, the slightly fishy smell that she recognized from being unwashed, tantalizing hints of other bathroom odors and flavors.

Raw pussy. Not some pampered date-night cunt, primed and ready, freshly shaved and perfumed. Freshly shaved, but leaking, quivering. Fear and lust warring together, the delicate pink line like raw tuna, ready to be eaten up.

The reporter extended her tongue, touching the tip to Blaze's still-flaccid shaft. She could taste herself there, and the frothy remnants of the shemale's spent seed. Lois licked up from the swollen sack, up the shaft to where that delicate pink cleft was being spread wide, ground against her lover's dick...and kissed it, very gently, right in the little bridge of skin between anus and cunt.

Lois slid her tongue into that little wedge of exposed pink flesh. Ran it along the rim of her labia, picking up the salty, tangy accents. Her hands on Callie's ass kept the young woman down, trapping her clit against Angelica's cock...and as Lois couldn't avoid running her tongue over that shaft while she was lubricating the edges of Callie's pussy, she could feel that starting to get hard as well.

Shifting her hands, Lois **** the young woman to lift her ass a little, exposing more of her cunt to view—and stuck her tongue right into that exposed cleft, rewarded with the full taste of Callie's personal flavor, fresh as raw steak. Below the pussy, Lois was aware of the ever-hardening prick, swelling ever so gently until the purple head tapped against Callie's belly.

The reporter's tongue explored the young woman's pussy...rimming the chasm of her cunt, flicking over the soft dimple of her urethra, the very tip of her tongue just flicking the place where her clit was due to emerge...and then back to that hole, the orifice, the entrance to Callie's great channel. Wet, eager, ready for action...as was Blaze's swollen cock.

Lois pried her mouth away from the pussy.

"Do you want more, slut?" Her voice was husky, lust-drunk, heart pounding in her chest.

"Yes," Callie called out, pussy clamping and opening. "Please. Anything!"