They send the girl away

The Japanese girl got off the table. She left the sake. Lois Lane licked her lips. Her eyes roamed over Angelica Blaze's body as she fingered the bottle.

"What are you thinking?" The reporter asked.

Blaze gave that Mona Lisa smile.

"I was just thinking about drinking out of your cup," the dickgirl said.

Lois snorted. "Do you really think I'm that easy?"

"I think you should live a little. You've already done things tonight you've never done before. Experienced things you've never experienced. Are you not curious at all...what it was like?"

She had her there, and Lois Lane knew it. The reporter pursed her lips and looked around the room. They were all alone...

"Fine," she said as she pulled her pants down and sat on the low table. With her thighs together, there was a little "cup"...and Angelica Blaze smiled and leaned over. She tilted the bottle, the warm sake splashed against the reporter's bare skin...and Lois had to admit she felt a little excitement, as the rice win rose to the level of her carefully-trimmed pubic hair. If anyone came in and saw them...

"No one will interrupt us," Blaze said as she emptied the bottle.

The dickgirl gathered her hair behind her with one hand, and bent to drink.

No loud slurp. A soft lapping. A warm tongue that tickled the reporter's thighs a little, like when she was swimming in the ocean and a small fish slipped past her. Yet as the sake level lowered, and more and more of Angelica's head filled her lap, Lois felt her pulse pound in her temples...the lips were closing in fast, just above her clit...