Go Gently Into That Sweet Pussy

Lois bit her lip, embracing the better angel of her nature...and began, very slowly, to move.

It was an almost insufferably gentle fuck. The reporter would press the tip into the impossibly tight twat, a millimeter at a time, and then withdraw it. In and out, sawing slowly, applying steady yet inevitable, irresistible pressure to break the pussy open a little at a time...and Maria was into it, Lois saw that, thighs heaving slightly as Lois moved.

But it was still a frustrating fuck too. Lois felt something behind her dick pulse and throb, a terrible pulsing heat that threatened to explode. Every minute not plunging her cock to the hilt in the young woman's depths was ****. Lois was sweaty and shaking before she had plunged her dick even halfway into the young woman, four and a half inches wrapped around a cunt like a vise, squeezing her cock like she was going to crush it.

And then she began to play with the reporter's tits.

Lois Lane sucked in air, sweat dripping down her ribs, moving a little faster now, eliciting little gasps whenever her cock pushed past the four-inch mark in the barmaid's hot depths, and the little slut reached up and began to squeeze and massage Lois' tits. The reporter felt the throbbing between her legs increase as those clever little fingers tweaked and pulled at her nipples, lifting and squeezing, fingers reaching deep to stimulate the muscles...

"If you keep...that up..." Lois panted. "I...won't be...responsible...for the...consequences..."

Maria gave her lover a weird, coquettish look. "Are you saying you won't take responsibility, onee-chan?"

The reporter stared down at the barmaid, brows furrowed in abject confusion at the cultural reference that had gone completely over her head.

"Wha?" she managed.

Maria leaned upwards, pressing her cheek against Lois Lane's, her lips brushing the dickgirl's ear. And the words that she whispered were exactly what the reporter had desperately wanted to hear.

"Fuck me hard."