Chapter 16 by Zeebop

What does Angelica say?

Harder!

The word wasn't spoken, it was moaned. The horny slut nearly thrust her ass in the reporter's face, and Lois Lane took the matter in hand, wiggling her other thumb into the bitch's tight little ass. Heart pounding, Lois was on her knees, licking the crack of as her thumbs squeezed in deeper and deeper into the hot little hole.

Something in Lois Lane's soul thrilled at the way Angelica Blaze was putty in her hands. How her sweat tasted earthy, how the smell of her ass was oddly exciting—not like shit at all; it was as though her asshole was entirely clean and unused. As Lois **** her thumbs into the ass to the knuckles, she began to **** them apart...and in the dim light, caught a glimpse of the bright pink inside the hole she was forcing open.

"You keep it clean...I bet you were hoping someone would eat out your little shithole tonight," Lois said. Her tongue slid forward, and not without trepidation. At every moment the reporter expected to taste the soul, nasty, bitterness of fecal matter, but instead as her tongue wormed its way into the asshole it was like licking a raw steak, smooth and hot, and that just drove Lois somehow wilder.

"Nasty little girl. I think you like having your ass stretched open, gaping and nasty. Dirty little bitch..."

Lois brought her teeth together and lightly bit the rim of the asshole, sending the young woman into a fit of ecstatic trembling, pussy squirting out onto the floor.

I shouldn't be doing this, Lois told herself as she ran her tongue along the rim of Blaze's browneye. The buttcheeks were flexing beneath her hands, the young woman pushing her ass against the reporter's face, as though she wanted Lois to go deeper.

But I can't help myself!

The reporter pulled harder with her thumbs, the taut asshole stretching wider...and a part of Lois wondered how big it could get...whether she could fit her whole hand in there...