You Can't Cum, Until She Cums

Mercy Graves was breathing heavy. Her fingers pressed deeper into Maria's ass through the gloryhole. So warm...so tight. It was like the horny little bitch was sucking her in...and even as Mercy fingered the woman's ass, her fingers were slowly working in and out of her own cunny.

It was like her world had shrunk to that filthy bathroom stall. All she could hear above the beating of her own heart was Mercy's whimpers and moans as the bodyguard's slick fingers moved in and out of her ass. Her own fingers rubbing her clit before plunging into her pussy. It had been so long since Mercy had touched another human being like this...and she forgot everything except the need to get Maria off so that Mercy herself could get off. Her mission, Lex Luthor...

Maria waggled her ass. Mercy could hear the moans get louder. Wondered if the hot bitch was fingering her own cunny, or if Lois Lane was doing it for her...

Wait, Mercy thought as reality intruded into her sexual reverie for a moment. I haven't heard Lane say anything for like, minutes. Where the hell is she? What is she doing?

Pausing in her anal plundering, Mercy dipped her head down, to scan the gap between the floor and the bottom of the stall...but all she saw was a single pair of feet, Maria's, with her hands wrapped around her ankles.

"Hey," Maria said. "Why did you stop?"

"Where's Lane?" Mercy said, her blood suddenly running cold.