Silence Her With A Kiss

A light bulb slowly went off in Lois Lane's head. A sly grin gripped the bimbo reporter's face. With an athletic lurch, her pussy still rubbing against Circe's, she bent forward and grabbed the sorceress's face and planted her hot lips right on the open mouth.

Lois Lane's lips seized on Circe's tongue and sucked it. The position was awkward because Lois kept humping her hips to rub her pussy—especially her little clitty!—against Circe's cunny. The sorceress, to her credit, got the message and stopped trying to talk, letting her tongue slide into the reporter's mouth and losing herself in the kiss.

I'm like, sooo smart! Lois thought to herself.

Now that Circe had something else to occupy her mouth, Lois found other things to occupy her hands. She grabbed the sorceress's wrists and pressed Circe's hands to her breasts. Circe got that hint too, squeezing and massaging, pulling at the nipples. Lois began to moan into Circe's mouth, her heart hammering as their cunnies rubbed against each other.

It's all so perfect! Lois thought. And it's going to get perfecter!

Warm heat flowed from the sorceress' hands. Lois moaned as the heat flowed into her palm-sized titties. It felt so good...almost like when she was on a period, and the skin on her breasts seems so tight and sensitive...

The reporter broke the kiss, suddenly dizzy, panting for air. The green glow of magic surrounded Circe's hands, which suddenly occupied far less of Lois Lane's real estate than they had previously. Where before Lois Lane's breasts had barely been palmfuls, now the swollen teardrops were almost too much for the sorceress to cover.

"My boobies!" Lois gasped. "Bigger!"

"That's right," Circe said, a strange green light flowing from her eyes. "Bimbos like big boobies, don't they?"