Motorboat

The busty bimbo grabbed Circe's boobs and squeezed them together. The massive mammaries wobbled and squished. The sorceress stared up at Lois Lane in puzzled confusion.

The bimbofied reporter jiggled the juggs for a moment, almost hypnotized by the way the soft tissues would ripple. How warm they were. How soft.

She buried her face between the big titties. Circe's eyes slid down still amazed at her own cleavage. How big her boobies were. The headache was clearing, even though the sorceress was still feeling...fuzzy.

"Pbbbbbt."

Lois stuck her tongue between her lips, puffed out her cheeks, and blew. Spittle sprayed in the dark, warm valley of Circe's boobs. It was so warm and soft, Lois rubbed her face back and forth, emptying her lungs in one long raspberry.

"PBBBBBT."

Circe reached up and rubbed her head. She was so tired...and a part of her might have wondered if her body had enough blood for her tits and her brain at the same time. Body manipulation magic could be so exhausting, and Lois seemed...preoccupied.

"PBBBBBBBT!"

The big-titted sorceress closed her eyes. The bimbo seemed utterly obsessed with her new toys. Circe let herself just relax and breathe...let the magic heal her body as she drifted off to sleep. Just a little nap...