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A wicked curiosity swept through Lois—to wonder what it must look like, from the young woman's point of view. Cock buried in cunt, ass bouncing in front of her face, tongue running up slit. With the thought came action. Why not, after all? They were all here, now, doing this, in front of an audience even. It was all going to be over the internet, whatever they did—already was, probably.

So Lois looked down at her lover, and told Angelica in no uncertain terms: "Don't move."

Then the reporter climbed off of her cock. Legs a little wobbly, crotch a little sore...Lois hadn't been fucked like that in years, if ever. She knew in the morning she would really feel it, probably have to hump an ice pack and rue the evening. But just right now she was freshly-fucked and feelings naughty.

"Lose the pants," she ordered the young woman.

The girl hesitated. Lois smiled, reached down, and cupped the girl's ass, giving it a squeeze.

"What's your name?" the reporter asked.

"Callie." The young woman's voice was quiet, almost shy.

"Callie." Lois repeated. "Take them off...and climb up. It's time I repaid the favor."

Hesitantly, the girl began to take off her pants. Lois smiled when she saw the girl was clean-shaven—she must have been hoping to get laid tonight. Blaze propped herself up on her elbows, watching the affair with keen if silent interest, her defeated cock laying on her stomach like a fat slug, a bit of jizz dribbling out the tip.

The reporter offered the young woman a shoulder as she clambered onto the counter, straddling Angelica, whose flaccid cock hovered only inches from her pussy.

Lois took her place behind them, hands sliding over Callie's hips, forcing the young woman forward and down...until the shemale's fat prick was trapped between Blaze's stomach and Callie's bald pussy. The brunette smiled at the way her lover's swollen testicles hung between her legs, how Callie's labia seemed to split as Lois pressed hard, grinding the fat cock against the young woman's pudenda, at the way the warm flesh quivered beneath her touch, not quite sure what the reporter would do next...but waiting for it. Angelica too remained still, waiting for direction. Lois liked the feeling of being in control...

The reporter dug her thumbs into the young woman's fleshy ass, spreading it wide to expose her holes. The dark little pucker of the anus, the lighter skin of the surrounding tissue, fading into the smooth creamy thighs. Lois licked her lips.

Ass or pussy, ass or pussy...eenie meenie minnie moe...