The Kiss of Life Turns Into A Snowball

Lois coughed, expelling cum from her airways straight into the other woman's mouth. Yet Selina Kyle didn't break the kiss. Her tongue darted down, pushing into the reporter's mouth, swirling in the shared mass of spit and jizz. The reporter took a deep breath through her nose, chest rising, and Selina's hand slipped down, under her shirt, to grab the reporter's breast.

Sweet air filled Lois Lane's lungs, although all she could smell was jizz. The pair of them were absolutely soaked in the stuff, and a dull headache pounded behind the reporter's closed eyes. Penance for the oxygen deprivation, however temporary. Lois slid her own tongue up to meet Selina's, the two warm, boneless masses meeting, probing, tasting the nasty, sticky jizz between them, little globs of cum running around each others mouths, and as if by mutual consent they both swallowed, tongues darting back into their own mouths temporarily.

Then they were back at it, and Lois was trying to sit up, Selina lifting her shirt. It was awkward, in the darkness, both of them stripping as hurriedly as they could while trying to keep their lips locked on each other. Everything else seemed to fall to the wayside as her hands blindly groped the other woman's body. Tense muscle, calluses in strange places, scars...so many scars... Selina's breasts were just a little bigger than her own, but Lois could feel that the nipples ahd to be at least twice as wide, with puffy areolas, and suddenly the reporter wanted to suck and bite them...

Like a thief, Selina's hands unlocked Lois Lane's secrets, determined to steal her first time with a woman. Lois was gasping for air by the time she realized pants and panties were off, and those long, dextrous fingers were moving inside of her,, two fingers scratching at her g-spot, thumb rubbing her love button. An almost animalistic purr escaped Selina's lips as she felt Lois shudder and cling to her, the two women naked and sticky, breasts rubbing against each other.

The reporter's hips moved of their own volition, humping Selina's fingers like a **** teenager, and all Lois could do was latch her mouth on to the side of her neck and suck hard, swallowing more sperm as she left her mark. The first of many hickies to come as Lois shuddered and squirted, warm juice spraying over Selina's hand.

Then, the moment passed. Lois opened her eyes as they held each other, panting, the sudden heat lifted. They seemed to be in absolute darkness. There was nothing to see.

"Do you...always resuscitate drowning people that way?" The reporter gasped, her throat sore.

"No." Lois imagined the dark eyes flashing. "Maybe I'll show you the other way, next time. Right now...I think we need to stick together. At least until we find a way out of wherever we are."