They Have Time For A Quickie

It wasn't up for debate.

Wonder Woman's hand slid under the coiled red loin cloth and picked Lois Lane up bodily. The reporter gulped as the cloth bit into her cunt. Unhurriedly, Diana carried her lover onto the bed.

"Can you believe it must be at least half an hour since I've tasted your pussy?" The Amazon princess whispered. "It feels like days!"

Lois Lane licked her lips. She had no idea what normal Amazonian sex drives were like, but she was beginning to think that maybe Wonder Woman was a nymphomaniac.

"So, um. Do you like my face?" Lois said, somewhat awkwardly.

"It is a beautiful face, Lois," Diana said soberly.

"Really? I always thought it was missing something." Lois grinned weakly, her heart thumping against her breast bone.

"Nonsense! I will not hear you slander yourself. Too many women find fault in their physi—"

"...your pussy," Lois finished the bad joke.

The Amazon paused, mouth trapped in a little 'o'—and then she smiled.

"Alright, darling. We can fix that."

As easily as the loincloth had been wrapped around those perfect buttocks, it was off. Lois saw the lights above the bed eclipsed as the muscle-bound woman slid on top of her. The pussy smelled slightly musty and sweaty as it settled down on her face. Taking a deep breath, Lois Lane raised her head, opened her mouth, and got to work.

Lois Lane did not know the Amazonian tongue-twister. But she knew what she liked, and knew too that a woman that could bend steel with her bare hands didn't require the same delicacy as a normal woman. So the reporter grabbed the clit with her lips and sucked hard, cheeks hollowing as she slurped at the love-juices that began to flow from the pink lips.

"Oh Hera," Diana said, flexing her hips.

The reporter slid the tip of her index finger along her lover's labia. She let it rest, right at the bottom. Began to slowly slide it around the inner lips...not going for penetration, just stimulation. Using her finger to stretch and stroke the lips slowly, even as she kept sucking the hard little clit, her tongue coming up to lick at the sensitive nub of flesh.

There was something thrilling in feeling the heat of that pussy against the reporter's face, the way this demigoddess moaned in wanton need, how her juices dribbled down over Lois Lane's chin and hand...there was just something so absolutely fulfilling in know that she could make another woman feel this way, and Lois felt her own pussy begin to dampen again, as though the horniness was infectious.