Chapter 16 by Zeebop

Does Lois ask the man in the wall, or the women playing with his ass?

The Woman Offers Information...At A Price

"I want you to lick his ass," the woman said.

Lana Lang crinkled her nose. Lois Lane rolled her eyes.

"Is it clean?" The reporter asked. Lana turned and stared at her friend in horror.

"Meticulously prepared," the woman said. "Is this the first time giving a rimjob?"

"No," Lois said, without elaborating. She thrust her smartphone into Lana's hands. "Don't look at me like that. I'll do the deed, you ask the questions."

The redhead nodded...and watched in fascination as Lois approached the pale figure mounted in the hole in the wall and parted the soft cheeks. A dark line led from the little hole down to the shaven balls hung underneath, the cock below limp.

"Have you ever done that with a...woman?" Lana asked.

The reporter turned and met Lana Lang's eyes. "We'll talk about it later."

Then she turned her head back to the matter at hand, used her thumbs to spread the cheeks wide...and bent forward to press her lips against his ass. Her mouth opened and her tongue stole forth, just to touch that quivering divot...and relief flooded through her, as she met clean dry skin, and began to run her tongue over that soft, wrinkled, and obviously well-used orifice. Her eyes flicked toward Lana, who shook herself out of her reverie and began to question the women.