She Waits For Lois Lane's Answer

There is was. Lois swallowed hard. The cock was right there. She was naked, the balls were pressing up against her pussy and she could feel the throb of the big artery there. Angelica's fingers were pressing around her breasts, moving up to her arms...

A part of Lois just wished that the dickgirl would slip it in. Then at least Lois could be affronted, or at least tell herself that she hadn't agreed to it, hadn't asked for it. Yet Angelica was being obstinately considerate. Waiting for Lois Lane's answer. Somehow the reporter knew, just from that restraint, that if she asked her to stop the dickgirl would.

But do I want her to stop? Lois asked herself.

Because she could feel the itch, the tenseness, in her pussy. Lois could feel her nipples hard, pressed into the rock floor of the cave. Her whole body seemed sensitive, Angelica's massage having awoken all of her muscles. Sweat and oils on her skin as those hard fingers worked their way back up to Lois Lane's shoulders, and the hips drove that slick cock in between her buttocks. She could feel her pussy aching for the touch of that hand again and...maybe...more.

"It's okay," Angelica said. Now Lois could definitely feel the points of those small breasts against her back, the hands sliding along her upper arms, fingers rubbing at the reporter's biceps. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes," Lois said, not sure which question she was answering.

"Your pussy feels real hot, doesn't it?" Angelica said, bringing her hands back down the whole length of Lois Lane's back, fingers raking gently at the skin, careful not to scratch with her nails.

"Yes," was all Lois could say.

The hands curled around and under the reporter's hips, lifting them slightly, so that they could slide beneath. The blind fingertips met at the reporter's clitoris, and Lois almost screamed.

"I can make you feel better," Angelica whispered. "Guaranteed happy ending."