Kiss

Feather-light, the reporter's lips pressed against the young woman's clitoris. Lois Lane moved, her warm, heavy breath on those glistening wet pussy lips. Light kisses teased Maria's slit, the warm lips there for a moment and then gone, the sense of expectation building with each little touch.

Lois kissed the very base of Maria's pussy, the bottom lip firmly against the taint that led down to the young woman's little puckered asshole. A pink tongue flicked out between those perfect white teeth, and an **** shiver ran up Maria's spine as the very tip of that warm, wet, muscular organ just slid between the meaty lips of her labia...and began to move upwards.

Over the entrance to her vagina. Digging a little deeper into the folds. Just touching the urethra, which almost spasmed in expectation. Up to where the lips closed together again, tip of the tongue just caught beneath the little clit.

The reporter's lips sealed about the clit. Lois sucked gently, softly. A little moan, unbidden, came out from Maria's mouth, and the reporter almost smiled. Instead she released it, jaw opening, tongue moving down and pressing in. Lois did not move straight for the entrance to the young woman's love-canal, but ran her tongue up and down the inner folds of the labia. Tasting the slightly sour juices, gauging Maria's reactions.

Her lips pressed against the pussy lips in an obscene kiss, Lois ran her tongue around the entrance to Maria's tunnel. Conscious all the while to the heat and smell of the woman she was going down on, the press of those thighs against her cheeks. It was like they were one being, for a moment, and every swirl of the reporter's tongue caused a new shiver to run down her lover's spine, a quickening of breath, and then...Lois found a certain spot inside of her...

Maria groaned, long and loud and hard.

"Subject is progressing well, Mr. Luthor." Mercy Graves reported. Her fingers tapped the displays, showing the heightened blood flow to the genitals, the activity in the pleasure centers of the reporter's brain. High-definition cameras zoomed in on her pussy, recording the pale drip of her honey onto the floor for posterity.

"We have to be sure. I want to make sure this isn't just some bi-curious phrase." The bald scientist said, voice eerily calm. "Introduce the antagonist."