Teach The Little Bitch A Lesson

It must have been the adrenaline. Fatigue poisons from the climb. All that time, the young woman's wet slit pressed against her face. Lois could never recall being so angry and horny a the same time, but now she was.

Two fingers punched inside Angelica's pussy, hard and without warning. Tight wet walls closed in around her fingers, sopping wet, pulsing, hot. Different from when Lois fucked her own pussy, different enough that she almost stopped.

Blaze giggled.

The reporter's thumb hesitated as it pressed against the tight little asshole—then Lois hawked and spat, her phlegm landing right between those pert little cheeks. Her thumb began to smear it around the brown eye.

The giggling stopped.

"Wait..."

Lois didn't. Her thumb squeezed into the tight passage, the flesh closing around her, ring of muscle grabbing onto her thumb hard. The young woman's whole body stiffened. A thin-lipped smile broke on the reporter's face. She was finally getting through to her.

"I didn't think you'd..." Angelica said, perfectly sober now. But it was too late. Lois Lane's blood was up, and there was no stopping her.

With her free hand spreading those ass cheeks, Lois began to pull and push. In the dim light of the basement bulb, she saw as well as felt the flesh clinging to her, the strangely familiar odors of unexpected sex wafting from Blaze's cunt and ass. The young woman began to grunt softly, little pained moans whenever Lois pushed her fingers in as far as they would go. Before she knew it, Lois realized she was murmuring, talking to herself...

"...dirty little cunt! All you want is something crammed into your tight little holes, don't you eager little slut? I should cram my whole fist in there and break your fucking asshole, but you'd probably enjoy that wouldn't you? Teasing bitch, I should make you my toilet, I should..."

The reporter quivered as sexual images rushed through her mind. She had never been in such a position of sexual power before. The young woman beneath her was utterly docile, **** to her whims, and as Lois gibbered on, spitting to add lube to the little asshole that seemed raw, she felt an overwhelming desire to do all these things that she had never done—never even considered doing—before. It was almost frightening to Lois to know that she had the capacity for such depravity.

Lois bent forward and bit Angelica's asscheek hard, teeth chomping into the taut pale flesh, and the young woman cried out—