With Her Tongue

Lois felt herself breathing shallowly through her mouth as Blaze slid her cock out from between the reporter's thighs, the head running right across her pussy lips. Lois Lane's heels settled down onto the tiled floor. Those strong, tapered fingers on her hips pushed and pulled, and the reporter let herself be turned around...Angelica Blaze was already down on one knee, hunched over so that her face was level with the reporter's pussy.

"Have you ever thought about shaving?" Angelica asked, staring at the little carefully manicured tuft of dark hair above the reporter's pussy. "All the way, I mean."

"Not really. I tried it once, and I just thought it made me look too much like a giiiiiiirl!"

The woman's voice shifted into a higher register as the dickgirl's tongue ran up her inner thigh. Lois looked down and met those dark eyes, the red lips split into a smile as Blaze ran her tongue right up to the reporter's cleft...but she didn't touch that fold of skin. Instead, she moved to the other thigh, repeating the same motion.

The reporter felt her chest heaving as Blaze licked at her crotch with a cat-like thoroughness, the hard cock still visible between her thighs, staring up into the reporter's eyes the whole time. It was only a few square inches of skin splattered with nearly invisible droplets of piss, but Blaze took her time...slowly and methodically working her way closer and closer, running over the reporter's prepuce, where her hardening clit was starting to poke out...and then...

"Oh my," Blaze said, licking her lips with satisfaction. Her hands slid up onto the reporter's upper thighs. "I think I got some in here."

Fingers pulled at Lois Lane's labia, spreading her pussy open so that the bright pink insides were visible.

"I think I should clean inside here too," Angelica said. "Don't you?"