Eat Each Other's Pussies

"I'd love that, dear," Circe said. "Now, why don't we..."

Lois Lane was enthusiastic and obedient as a puppy. The sorceress, who had imagined herself in control of the situation, found herself on her back in the sand as the bimbo reporter buried her face between Circe's legs. In turn, the reporter's own cunny pressed against her own face...and lost in the utter abandon of the hot tongue and lips on her pussy, the taste of the Daily Planet's greatest reporter on their lips.

Somewhere, outside this room, the brothel that lay beneath the club within an abandoned factory in Metropolis, it was night. Yet where they were, the sun hung high in the sky, and a hot breeze blew over the endless sand, and the waves crashed without ever getting any nearer or farther. Beneath that relentless sun the two women rolled...wrestled...sweated. The initial enthusiasm shifted into something else, something more serious and primal as Lois clutched Circe's buttocks in both hands, her tongue buried deep in that twat, black hair hot as she sucked and sucked at the sorceress' slit...and Circe herself huffed and moaned, lapped and playfully bit at Lois Lane's thighs.

No one heard their cries...and with no ejaculation, the only limit was their lust. As they shivered and gasped and screamed out, the older woman felt her sexual stamina put to the test...and before long Circe' tongue was limp and ragged in her mouth, and Lois simply rubbed her cunt against those numb lips as she slurped and sucked at the cunny before her. Nimble pale fingers pried and explored, thrust in and out of the well-worn cunt. Lois spat and slobbered and laughed as climax after climax was torn from Circe, long past the point where the sorceress thought she could take no more...only to be proven wrong.

Until the pale back of Lois Lane was red as a lobster, burned and painful...and she rolled over into the ocean to let the cool water ease the pain.

Utterly defenseless, fucked nearly into unconsciousness, neither noticed when a pair of fingers snapped, and the bright sun was replaced with a full moon, that bathed the now-nighttime beach in its pale light.

"I wondered where you had gotten off to," the owner of those snapping fingers said, and she extended one bare foot to toe Circe's sunburnt slit. "Whatever shall I do with you?"