Right Before She Cums

In all her life, Lois Lane had never felt her pussy stretched wide by a fat cock often enough. Had any woman ever? To feel that thick crimson cock spread her tight pink tunnel until Lois remembered what it was to be a virgin once again, that tingle of excitement, lust, and fear as she wondered if her very cunt would break, if it was just too much cock for her.

Then Lana Lang's breasts pressed down into her own, and that warm tongue slid into her mouth. Back against the dirty tiles of the bathroom floor, Lois felt Lana's hips rise and fall, plunging the short, fat dick in and out of her hot box...and if it wasn't seven minutes in heaven, it was as close as the reporter had come in all of her thirty-odd years.

Lois relaxed, her thighs spread wide, letting her head rest on her hair as Lana's mouth moved south, eager to suck on the reporter's tits—and Lois, her hands slipping down the redhead's ribs toward her ass, was happy to let her lick or kiss whatever she wanted.

She was getting some. The smooth dick slid in and out of her slick tunnel as though it was made for no other purpose. If the cock was a dildo, Lois would have bought stock in the company. But it wasn't. It was warm, throbbing, living thing, moving in and out of her slit with a wet sucking noise. Lois would grip it hard as Lana pulled out, and then loosen back up as it was plunged back inside of her.

Their pants grew ragged, mouths searching their bodies, tongues licking at the little pools of sweet at armpit and collarbone, hard nipples sliding against one another, the strokes growing shorter and more frenetic, and both of them could tell that Lana was getting close...closer...and Lois could feel her own climax coming, but not fast enough. The reporter's violet eyes fell on Lana, and her eyes were tightly shut, buttocks humping fast and hard, lost in her own little world. Lois had seen that face on men and knew what it meant.

"Pull out, Lana," she said, tapping on her lover's ass. "Pull out and cum..."