Climb

The angle was steep. The stone worn smooth by water. But there was light up there. Lois knew there had to be an opening.

And she couldn't leave Angelica Blaze behind.

So the reporter pushed the ****-addled young woman ahead of her. Quite literally, hands pressing against the jean-shorts-clad ass, the young smooth thighs bare. Lois Lane had done some free-climbing, and provided she kept enough points of contact, could handle small slips from the high young woman...but it was slow, frustrating work, and more than once the "slip" left Angelica's ass planted in the reporter's face, the raw smell of her pussy almost overpowering Lois.

Then once again the reporter would have to grit her teeth and push the young woman up. Her feet would dig in against the slippery stone, trying to maximize friction, while her breasts scraped against the stone and her hands pushed against the ass above her.

"Hmm," Angelica said as Lois shoved her palm against the young woman's crotch and pushed her forward. "Harder, mommy."

"Focus, Angie!" Lois hissed. Despite the utter uselessness of her **** charge, the reporter was aware that they were actually making progress. The ceiling was closer now, and they'd risen at least a dozen feet up the slope. A little further and the reporter would be able to brace against both floor and ceiling, which should make it easier to gain whatever opening was at the top.

Blaze slipped again. Her crotch hit Lois Lane's face with such **** that the reporter could feel the jarring in her neck. Worn fabric gave way as the pants split down the middle, and Lois felt the warm flesh of bare pussy and ass on her nose and lips.

It was a hell of a way to find out that Angelica wasn't wearing panties, and Lois could feel her grip start to slip...