Lois & Lana Work Well As A Team

Relationships are about trust. Lois Lane and Lana Lang didn't have any opportunity to confer before the cameras were rolling. Strange, jaded eyes watched them, and they knew that if they were to succeed here—they had to get dirty.

Lois lunged forward, her palms slamming into Angelica Blaze's shoulders, her left foot hooking the nude porn director's ankle. The dark eyes widened as she fell backwards onto the mattress. The naked woman bounced once, crusty cum-stains cracking beneath her weight, and then Lois Lane was kneeling down, forcing those thighs open, tongue extended as she descended toward the pussy.

"I'm hungry for cunt!" The reporter said, loud enough for the microphones to pick up. In truth, this would only be the second pussy she was ever going to eat in her life, and she couldn't help but contrast it with Lana's—the labia were longer and darker, the inner lips hanging outside like real beef flaps; her mons was entirely bald, fresh-shaved and smooth, the clit bigger than Lana or Lois Lane's.

The reporter spread the lips apart with her thumbs, exposing the bright pink insides, and prepared herself to go down...out of the corner of her eye, she saw the shift as the camerawoman shifted to the side of the bed, to catch her tongue descend into that naked cunt...when she felt warm hands roughly pull down her pants over her butt.

"And I'm hungry for ass!" Lana said, voice pitched theatrically. Lois stifled a yelp as she felt teeth playfully bite into her right buttock...but Lana was just playing, mugging for the camera. The bite turned into a kiss, and the kiss into a lick, and then Lana's hands were spreading the reporter's cheeks wide, and the tongue was heading for her little pink hole...

Not to be outdone, Lois lowered her face down to the pussy in front of her. The reporter's heart pounded in her chest as she eagerly lapped at the cunny in front of her, hoping enthusiasm would make up for experience—and she had to do that while Lana's tongue finally found her asshole, the slim pink tongue and lips pressing against her backside in a very strange and unfamiliar experience.

Eat that cunt, Lane! she told herself in her mind, as she moaned loudly for the cameras, hands sliding up and down Blaze's thighs. Behind her, Lana was doing the same thing...making a big messy show of it. But unlike Lois, Lana wasn't jamming her tongue as deep into the hole in front of her as she could. She was playing with the entrance, hands massaging and gripping the reporter's ass, and that tongue was always there, present, but Lana wasn't trying to **** it in.

We can do this! Lois thought as she rubbed the bridge of her nose against Blaze's clitoris. All I have to do is make Blaze cum, and...