Giggly

A girlish giggle escaped Lois Lane's mouth. She slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. The reporter's abs shook at the ridiculousness of the situation, the question. She'd just chugged what had to be a third of a bottle of vodka, and the room had begun to spin...and Angelica Blaze's smile widened a little.

"It is funny, isn't it? You spend all your life being so serious, but when you see the world as it is..." Blaze shrugged, and just like that, her shirt fell off.

Lois Lane stared for half a heartbeat at the tiny titties, now on display. They were smaller than her own, barely mosquito bumps, and the soft pink nipples were puffy and inverted. Something about that struck Lois as hilarious and she giggled again.

She barely noticed the woman refilling her glass. The reporter knew that she should be wary...this always happened when she drank too much. It became impossible to see the world as a dangerous place, everything just seemed so hilarious, and she felt so light and free...it was when she was drunk that Lois had gotten into some of the worst trouble of her life, and it didn't help that she was such a lightweight.

Blaze stood up, her cock bouncing as the shemale stripped off the rest of her clothing, putting her naked body on display. On impulse, Lois reached out and slapped the head of the stiff dick, watching it bounce...and drip. The reporter, already well on the way too ****, took another sip from her glass.

"You like playing with my cock?" Blaze said, waggling her prick in the reporter's face.

"It's silly. You're silly," Lois said, barely able to stifle her laughter. In any other circumstance, Lois might be scared, wary, or even angry and violent, but as the rush of **** overwhelmed her brain, there was no sense of danger whatsoever.

"You should know," Blaze said, and her eyes were now glowing as she wiggled her hips back and forth before the seated reporter. "That if you play with it, it grows..."