Lois Lane's Breasts Touch Alice On Their Own

Before Lois could respond to the barely-legal witch's request, she felt her breasts pull forward, the lipples extending out on their own, latching on to the young woman's own breasts. Lois watched, fascinated, as the nipple-lips gummed at the cloth covering the young witch's tits, moving of their own volition, seeking her nipples.

"I...I can feel it," the reporter murmured. "I can't taste the cloth, but I can feel it."

"Shit yeah, ma MILF!" Black Alice said, lifting her shirt. Lois caught sight of the tiny breasts, small but well-formed tear drops that promised to get bigger, little pink nipples stiff as pencil erasers. "Suck on dese titties!"

"No, that is a terrible idea!" Deadman said, but both of the women ignored him.

Without warning, Lois Lane's lipples surged forward from her lower breasts, the lips seizing on Alice's nipples, latching on and sucking away.

"Oh fuck," Lois whispered. She could feel the nipples in her lower tits. Feel her lipples sucking hard at the tiny titties.

It was erotic in a way that she had never experienced. Oh sure, she'd had her seven minutes in heaven with other women in college, but this felt...weirdly more thrilling. Shivers were shooting down her spine, her pussy suddenly wet and squishy between her legs. Lois had to admit that as strange as this was, she liked it...and wanted more.

"Take them off now!" Deadman urged, not coming any closer. "Before it's too late!"

"F-fuck..." Alice moaned as a sudden blush crossed her fingers. "Th-that's what I'm talkin' about. Really goin' to town there, aintcha? Wish I had some milk to give...ow!"

Lois blinked out of her reverie, suddenly on high alert as the witch cried out in pain.

"Alice? What is it?"

"Ow ow ow fuckin' ow!" Alice tried to pull back, her breasts pulling away. "Your fuckin' lipples! They're doing something to my titties! They're..."