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Salty and slick, like a spoonful of yogurt. Lois Lane could feel it coat her tongue, all the flavors of it coming through to her now...flavors she hadn't tasted in months of sexual inactivity. Right at that moment, she couldn't remember the last time she'd had a hot load pumped into her throat. To feel it melt on her tongue, coat her teeth. That tickle of ammonia at the top of her mouth, the way the smell seemed to fill her nostrils. The longer she held it, the more the back of her throat felt **** to spit or swallow.

Why not both? She wondered. It would be a shame to waste it.

The reporter rose. She was taller than the pierced transwoman by a good few inches. Lois Lane's hands grabbed ahold of the face. Hormones had softened and shifted the lines a little. The lips, pierced with little snakebites, softly swollen and painted black. The jawline smooth and hairless beneath her hands, obvious electrolysis. The eyes grew wide as the reporter's new friend stared at Lois with eyes wide, not sure what was going to happen yet.

Lois tilted her head. Leaned in. Pressed her closed lips against the transgirl's. Felt the shiver that ran through that body, the cold metal spheres of the piercing against her mouth. Slowly, the transwomen relaxed in Lois Lane's hands, closed her eyes, opened her lips a little...

...and Lois Lane's cum-covered tongue slid past the transgirl's teeth, to push half of her spit and the gooey load into her new friend's mouth.

The taste of her own cum made the young transwoman stiffen up again, but Lois didn't let her go...and slowly, tentatively, their tongues twined. Lois had a feeling this wasn't the first time that this little slut had tasted her own jizz...and it was time again.

One hand dropped from the transwoman's face to find her own...the nails longer and better-manicured than Lois's...and the reporter guided that hand up to her throat. The eyes opened...and Lois stared into her eyes as she very deliberately swallowed. Felt the runny jizz and spit slide down her throat...and then her other hand came down to touch the transwoman's adam's apple.

A message received and understood.

Almost vibrating with excitement, the adam's apple bobbed under the reporter's tongue...and Lois smiled in the kiss as she felt her new friend swallow their own jizz. The very thought of it set her abuzz again, the desire building inside of her once again. Not enough to do anything with yet, but...there were things Lois Lane wanted to know before she played with that new power again.