Touch The Tits

Her hands were on the breasts in front of her. The little studs on either side of Alexa's nipples pressed against her fingers. Lois Lane blinked. She couldn't remember mentally making the decision to touch the tits. Yet...here she was...

They were warm, and soft. Bigger than her own breasts and...Lois wasn't sure how to put this...different. She had touched her own breasts so many times, but now she was touching another woman's, and Lois found herself squeezing to watch the skin bend, feeling the heft and squishy insides...fat and milk ducts... Lois became aware of the ache in her stiff nipples as she gave Alexa's breasts a little squeeze; the weight of the rod that made Lois lean forward as Alexa smiled.

"Go on," Alexa said. "Don't be shy. Maria, why don't you give us a little privacy?"

Lois scarcely heard the rec room empty. The sound of the door locking should have triggered a mental alarm, but the drunk reporter was busy as she lifted Alexa's breasts and let them fall. There was something hypnotic about the way they bounced and jiggled. The softness, the heat...the way the little pink nipples stuck out, absurdly puffy now, like the tips of Lois Lane's pinky fingers.

"You like my breasts, don't you Lois?" Alexa said. "You like my piercings. But I have some other piercings I could show you..."

"Where?" Lois said, and her voice was hoarse. She reached out and grabbed a shot, downed it without thinking. It burned all the way down her throat. Unsteadily she watched as Alexa showed off her other piercings...