Circe Makes Lois Cum With A Pussy Full of Piss

Lois Lane was in an awkward position. Circe held the reporter's legs as the reporter's shoulders rested in the sand. Her pussy was unnaturally open, like a cup, and the lavender-haired sorceress neared down at the reporter through the valley of her small breasts. Lois could feel the brimming, body-warm piss held in her pierced pussy, the muscles locked in place so that it acted as a cup.

Circe brought her right hand down. Lois quivered as she extended one finger, as though to dip it in the liquid foulness that filled the reporter's cunny. Except...at the last moment...it touched the rim of her labia. Slid clockwise around the arc of her pussy, where the yellow liquid rippled to the pulse of Lois Lane's heart...and finally came to rest against the little pink nub of her clitoris.

Those hazel eyes, ringed with green fire, looked down into Lois Lane's violet eyes as Circe began to gently but insistently rub the pierced clit. Her fingertip moved in little circles, the metal ring through the clitoral hood flicked out of the way. A smile on Circe's lips as the little nub of flesh grew harder and poked out of its hood.

Lois swallowed, unable to move, or even to speak. Completely frozen and at the sorceress's mercy as her clit was rubbed harder and faster...and Lois felt the heat rise in her cheeks, nipples growing hard, a flutter in her belly.

No no no please no... Lois thought as her toes began to curl. She wanted to be somewhere, anywhere else. Wanted to wash her pussy out. full of the sorceress' reeking foulness and she couldn't close her legs, couldn't squeeze her cunt muscles or do anything...and yet her body was responding to Circe's ministrations, a trickle of warm liquid leaking down the crack of the reporter's ass as her juices began to flow...

It was like a terrible dream. Trapped in sleep paralysis, unable to move. Except Lois knew she wasn't asleep. The sun beat down on her hard, the waves crashed on the beach, and the damned woman above her kept rubbing and rubbing, the pussy piercings jangling now as Lois shook and little trickles of liquid rolled down the reporter's sweating body, but it was what was coming Lois feared most.

Anxiety and anticipation rose as one, her whole body straining as her unwanted climax neared, and the glow of eagerness burned on Circe's cheeks. Her left hand came down and grabbed the ring through Lois Lane's hood, and pulled so that Lois cried out at the sharp little pain that mixed with her pleasure...and that was ultimately what put Lois over the edge. Toes curling, cunt spasming, internal muscles flexing against their unnatural bonds, until suddenly with a splash her pussy closed and clamped and sputtered, spraying piss and pussy juice everywhere, and Lois Lane's heart thundered in her chest, eyes rolling back in her head as she felt the yellow filth seep sickeningly into her deepest place...and as Circe stepped back, breathing heavily, Lois was allowed to collapse into the sands.

"Now look what you've done," Circe said, her voice husky and quivering with need. "You've gone and gotten me all excited..."