Lois Decides To Eat Circe's Pussy

Lois Lane sighed. It wasn't like she was homophobic. There had been a couple times in her life when she'd felt attracted to women, even though she never considered herself a lesbian or even bisexual. She was grown-up enough that she knew eating one pussy didn't automatically make her gay—and if got them out of here, then it was worth at least trying.

She had just never expected herself to be living out a women-in-prison movie.

"Okay," the reporter said. "So...how do we do this?"

"You've never done this before?"

"No, I haven't."

In the darkness, Circe's hands touched Lois Lane's shoulders.

"Sit down, against the wall. Then we just...line up your mouth and my sex. I'll help you from there."

Lois was glad of the darkness, so that the older woman couldn't see her blush. She wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't used to feeling so...unexperienced, sexually. Not since she had gotten past her second or third lover, anyway. But she did as the woman set, setting her back against the warm, soft, living wall. In the darkness, she couldn't see anything, but she could sense the woman moving closer...smell the slightly fishy odor of her pussy...and then soft hairs were tickling her nostrils.

Hands moved in the darkness, to tilt the reporter's head back. Lois scooched down, and then...then a warm wet line was pressed against her closed mouth.

"Now..." Circe said.