Chapter 17 by Zeebop

How does Puppy "play" with Lois Lane?

Puppy Licks Lois

When he moved, the dark brown skin rippled over the swollen muscles. In the cage, the naked reporter had no way to escape, even if she had been so inclined. With effortless strength, he grabbed Lois Lane and pressed her into position...head and shoulders against the floor, ass in the air, her toes grabbing instinctively onto the "roof" of the cage. Her hands grasped the side of the cage.

Panting.

Eager.

Wet.

Puppy's tongue seemed huge as it ran over her asshole. Slathered right over her puss. Again and again, south to north, the strong, thick, wide tongue pressing hard against her holes, his beard scratching at her thighs, his dark eyes fixing on hers. His hands on the back of her thighs, just below her knees, pressing her down.

Something poked at the middle of her back. Something wet and spongy. Lois Lane's heart hammered against her breastbone, her nipples hard. It was his dick. His dick, so big, so hard, poking her in the back as his tongue gouged out her dripping cunny, the excitement and anticipation growing inside of her every moment, the Black woman watching, watching, always watching...the situation was totally out of Lois Lane's control, and the excitement of that made Lois Lane's body tense and heart leap.

"Yo' bitch is ready, Puppy," the Black woman said. "Do it now."

Big black hands grabbed the reporter's ankles. Lois gasped as he pulled her feet from the cage's ceiling, **** them down. Muscles in her back and legs screamed at her as she was bent almost double, the ankles gripped by those huge fists **** down by her ears...and the tip of that cock traced a route along her lower back. Up, up, to her ass cleavage...to where her holes waited.