Blaze Cleans Up Her Mess

There was a moment of hesitation. Just a moment. Lois watched the face carefully, though Angelica Blaze's eyes were all on the white wet gob at the entrance to the reporter's pink cunt.

"Go on," Lois insisted.

The head dipped, pink tongue extended. Lois repressed a little sigh as she felt the warm, wet muscle slide up her labia.

How long has it been? Lois thought back. Since I had someone eat me out after cumming inside me?

The answer came immediately: Too long.

Too many lovers who cared for nothing after they had shot their wad. Or were unwilling to taste their own jizz, even though they were insistent that she swallow their watery seed.

Blaze was putting on a good show of it. Licking all up and down her pussy, kissing and suckling at the clitoris. Yet Lois could feel the **** there, the parts of her pussy that weren't being licked and loved. The reporter slid her fingers down into that tangle of black hair, grabbing a double handful, feeling the scalp beneath...and began to pull, very gently but insistently.

"Get in there," Lois said, a touch of iron in her voice. "And clean me out. I want that pussy so clean you could eat off it."

Some capricious imp of the perverse had her add:

"And if you do a very good job...maybe I'll let you fuck me again."

Just the right carrot to encourage her to do a good job.

The lips pressed right into the middle of the reporter's cunt, and there was a long wet slurp. The tongue began to press into the pussy, and Lois let her head hang back and smiled up at the darkness.