Standing 69

In a moment, Cheetah's world went upside down. The giant sabertooth slut handled the villain with ludicrous ease. Cheetah's auburn hair fell toward the floor as her face was buried between muscular fur-covered thighs, each of them thicker than both of the villain's put together. The cat-woman lapped at the drooling honeypot, unable to stop herself as her tongue lapped at that hot, gooey cunt-tunnel.

Then she felt the hard tusks of Lois Lane's saber teeth against her upper thighs. The huge furry tits pressed into her stomach. The hot waft of breath as the transformed reporter sniffed intriguingly at Cheetah's own damp slit. A pink line in the pale fur that quivered and shook the villain spasmed uncontrollably in the big sabertooth tiger-woman's arms.

Cheetah couldn't see that mouth open. The tongue that slid out from between the pointed teeth was bigger than the cat-woman's hand. Bristled with tiny bumps. Not like a true cat's tongue, with all of its tiny spikes, but soft...warm...and immensely strong.

The cat-woman nearly choked on a mouthful of cunt-juice as that warm, wet chunk of meat pushed against her pussy. The villain's eyes widened as the pink tongue squeezed into the narrow crevice, like an snail crawling backward into a shell. Filling her poor pussy to the point of bursting. Pushing deeper than anyone or anything had ever gone before.

Until the tip of Lois Lane's tongue licked her cervix.

The sabertooth tiger-woman purred as Cheetah thrashed uncontrollably in her arms. The cat-woman's eyes rolled back in her head, and her stuffed slit spurted hot juices, so mild and weak compared to the addictive honey that flowed from between Lois Lane's legs. A pink mist seemed to roll over Cheetah's mind, and her last thought before she sank into a mindless sea of lust was:

I'm doomed.