Can I Lick Your Ass?

The tongue ran up the reporter's slit and washed over her asshole once again. Only this time it lingered. Fingers spread her buttcheeks wide as the hot little tongue pressed on the reporter's little hole. Hard enough that Lois instinctively tightened the sphincter...and then, as she finally got the hint, relaxed, allowing the warm, wiggling muscle to penetrate inside of her.

Her toes curled. It was a sensation that Lois Lane had never experienced, and for a moment it totally side-tracked her line of thought. Never in her life did she think she'd be letting another woman lick her asshole, the hot breath blowing out of Angelica's nostrils along the crack of the reporter's tight butt, but here they were...and for a moment, Lois let herself just live in the moment as the lips smack and hands kneaded her cheeks, tongue striving to get ever deeper inside of the reporter's asshole.

"I...I think I figured it out..."

The reporter huffed, hoping that thinking out loud would help.

"The Museum...doing a display of a-artifacts. Fertility. Demon. Goddess. Must be magic. Drawing the cum to it..."

Lois Lane's neglected cunt quivered, wet and excited, but now empty and needy. Almost unconsciously, the reporter found herself pressing her backside against the young woman's face.

"...missing women...have to be involved somehow. Maybe they're being held captive underneath the museum...or there's some kind of cult...oh fuck that's nice..."

It felt like there was more than three inches of tongue up her ass. Warm and wet, deep inside, squirming and stretching her little hole, but not in a painful way. Lois could feel the familiar heat of sexual excitement build inside of her body. She reached down and squeezed one hard nipple, hard enough to hiss. She wanted more...needed more...

"Name...something about the demon-goddess's name. Flamma...Latin for flame...fire..."

The tongue withdrew. Both of Lois Lane's holes were wet, soft, begging for attention. Once again, Angelica Blaze asked a question...and once again, lost in thought and horny as hell, Lois Lane agreed without actually processing the question. She was ready for anything that the woman was willing to do to her...or so she thought.