Tie Ivy Up

Teeth bit into Ivy's pale green flesh with every hot kiss. Despite the pain, the villain's nipples were stiff and hard, her skin flushed a livid green, and her pussy squelched against the reporter's knee. Lois Lane worked hard, and with purpose as she kept the villain distracted.

The bed had sashes that hung from each poster, it was the work of a moment to slip one around Ivy's wrist, work a knot, and cinch it tight. Ivy barely registered the beginning of her bondage until both arms were tied...and then Lois worked her way down the body. She left a trail of hickies down the villain's body. Teeth marks on each breast.

Too late, Ivy tried to kick her off...but Lois was ready for that. Grabbed the first leg aimed at her and looped the cloth around it. A swift knot, a tug to tighten...it took longer to tell of it than it did to do it. Triumphant, the reporter straddled Poison Ivy's stomach...and leaned backward to lightly spank the bruised slit. Ivy's eyes burned petulantly at this ****.

"Is this anything different than what you wanted to do me?" Lois said. "That's what you were trying to do, after all. Turn me into your little sex toy. Make me eat your pussy, maybe."

The reporter dragged her pussy up Ivy's chest, and left behind a slimy trail. Lois couldn't remember the last time she was this wet.

"Or maybe you want to eat my pussy? You look like the type," the reporter leaned forward and sat on Ivy's breasts. The red-haired woman huffed, barely able to breathe.

"Is that it? You want a taste?" Lois pushed forward until her knees pressed against ivy's ears, the reporter's whole weight on the villain's upper chest, ass against her clavicles. The reporter's fingers rubbed through her dark, carefully trimmed pubic hair to her little clitty. The damp cunny was only a couple inches from Ivy's face.

"I'll give you a taste," Lois said, as she spread her lips, to flash the bright, wet pink insides at the bound woman.