Reward Maria

Lois felt strange, looking down at the wide adoring eyes—like the eyes of her first pet. As Maria broke the seal of her lips against the reporter's cunt, gasping for air, her eyes held no sign of regret or hurt. Only...anticipation. As if asking what next?

The reporter smiled, naughty thoughts flicking through her brain. All the little dark ideas that normally only flit through her mind at any given time, but now she gave each one in turn their full attention...and on impulse she knelt down and brought her own mouth down to Maria's lips.

Pets have to be rewarded, after all.

The taste of her own urine came to her, still warm from her body, tangy and a little acidic, with a hint of ammonia—and Maria's mouth was there, warm and generous, giving way as Lois' tongue invading, seeking, tasting, subduing. The reporter's left hand wrapped around the back of the other woman's neck, right under the hairline, tilting her head back so that Lois' tongue could dive down toward her throat.

And when Lois saw her eyes narrow to slits, she slid her hand down Maria's midriff. The reporter could feel her stiffen, and then relax as the reporter's right hand crept lower...creasing the front of her skirt, in between those muscular thighs, and then buried in the damp cleft between the barmaid's legs.

Brain alight with Crimson K, the reporter cupped the cunt in her hand, feeling the wet heat of it, rubbing her hand back and forth on the lips, until Maria began to gasp and moan beneath her, hips pumping as she began to hump Lois' hand, rubbing herself against her...then froze in shock and pain as the hand supporting her neck suddenly turned into a claw, stiff fingers digging into the muscles on either side of her neck.

Maria's eyes flew open, more in shock and surprise than pain... Lois stared down at her, calm and dominant.

"I want to see your eyes," Lois' voice held an edge of threat to it. "When I do this."