Yes—Lois Owes It To Supergirl

"Get on the bed," Lois told Kara as she fetched the double-ended dildo and the baby oil from their drawer. Her heart pounded as she thought of the uses she might put them to...but she knew that she owed Supergirl the best experience she could give.

"And take off your clothes."

So when Lois Lane walked back to the bed, it was with a warm, sultry smile.

"I'm going to start with an erotic massage," the older woman poured some oil onto her hands. She started with the young woman's belly, toned and fit, abs hard beneath her fingers. Her hands slipped up, tickled over the ribs, slid under and around the breasts...small and barely there, like a female runner's, but perfectly formed, the nipples small and already growing stiff.

"Your breasts are beautiful," Lois whispered as she slid her hands around them, squeezing delicately, watching the eraser nubs harden. "Do you play with them?"

"I...uh..." Supergirl blushed.

"Please Kara," Lois whispered. "Talk to me. I want to get to know you. What you like, what you want..."

One hand slid down to hover over the Kryptonian's pussy, her hand dropping down into a husky whisper. "...how you like to play with yourself."

"I...I do play with my boobs. I like to pinch them. I...I wish they were bigger..."

The blonde's face was beet red now, the confession costing her more than she would have liked to admit. Lois slid one slick hand over her pussy, cupping the organ, feeling the heat under her fingers.

"You're young. They might still grow. But I have to say that right now, your breasts are perfect. And very...very...kissable."

Lois punctuated this by lowering her face to Kara's left tit, taking the nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking over the erect nipple. Supergirl rewarded her with a sharp gasp, and the reporter pulled her head up, hanging on to the breast as long as possible, then releasing it with a wet plop.

Her hand ran over the Kryptonian's mons, so recently defiled. Lois didn't let her fingers slide inside, not yet. Kara would still be sore, maybe scared. The point was to make her feel good, to titillate and tease...

...to make her beg for it.

"Tell me, Kara," Lois' voice was pitched low. "Where do you want me to massage next?"