If You Want To...

I'm still in control, Lois Lane told herself as the dickgirl ran her tongue up the splayed pink insides of the reporter's pussy. It's just a bit of a licking, it's just some friendly cunnilingus, nothing dangerous about that, right?

Lois shivered as the tongue slithered into her wet slit. She stared down at the dickgirl who was single-mindedly eating her out, the warm tongue lapping at her insides, plunging in and out, scraping against her inner walls...and the reporter pressed her palms flat against the bathroom wall, ass clenching, the dickgirl's hot breath huffing into her pussy.

It had been a long time since anyone had gone down on her. Longer since it had been anyone that knew what they were doing. Too many of the reporter's ex-lovers had never progressed further than the alphabet trick, or got tired after thirty seconds and wanted to stick their dick inside of her, like that fucking owl and the center of the tootsie pop. Not Angelica Blaze though, oh no. The minutes ticked by and she kept swirling, licking, lapping, the bridge of her nose brushing against the reporter's erect clit, the tongue delving in deeper than any tongue Lois had ever known, until the reporter's thighs were bunching so hard she had to consciously relax them, and her calves started to hurt because she'd unconsciously slid up onto her toes to thrust her pelvis out and give the dickgirl better, deeper access to those hard-to-reach spaces in her pussy.

When Lois Lane was a quivering mess...when it seemed like she might actually be in danger of climaxing, right here and now, Blaze stopped. She gave a little kiss on the reporter's button, and smiled up at Lois like the cat who had gotten the cream.

"All clean now," the dickgirl said.

"Is it?" Lois bit her lip. "You're sure?"

"Well, I could go deeper," Angelica said. "But I'd have to use a special tool. You saw it earlier. Quite long and thick. It might be a little uncomfortable for you."

"I...I think that kind of tool...tends to leave a bigger mess than it makes," Lois said. She was breathing heavily, resisting every urge to just come out and say what she wanted, and they both knew it.

"What if there was a way to experience it...without leaving a mess behind?"

The reporter's heart skipped a beat. Her palms were damp, sweat trickling down from where they were pressed against the wall. She could feel herself dripping, now that Blaze's mouth wasn't lapping up her juices, hand heard the soft plap plap as it hit the tile floor between her legs.

"How, uh...how would you do that?" Lois said, knowing that just by saying that, she was giving in a little. If Blaze said something even half-plausible, she knew she'd ride that dickgirl's cock.