"Oh, baby..."

Barry opened his eyes. He gasped. Harley's hands were slowly pulling hee blouse down, showing more and more of her tit. After her nipple was fully exposed, her tit bounced out.

He turned his head to ignore her. Though he'd find his eyes drifting back over to her chest. Her tit was huge, engorged, even larger than he'd imagined. Definitely bigger than a C, but it couldn't have been a D. Was it even possible to be bigger than a D-cup?

He cursed himself for looking. He couldn't help himself. The nipple was engorged and perky, a pinkish plum color, a little delicious actually. Her pale areola was so puffy and it looked softer than anything.

She reached to unbuckle his arm. But on one condition. "You gotta return the favor. Can't touch nothing else."

Barry glanced at his massive pressing cock. His mouth fell open and the color left his entire body. With no argument, he knew it wasn't worth it to rush his hand down there. It'd feel great to be untied but he wasn't sure if he could control the urge.

Her tit brushed all over his face. The nipple was wet, and it slathered juices in his eyebrow and down his cheek. His hand started sliding down his chest and belly, inching for his cock. "Mmm... Fuck."

"No, no, no." She snatched his hand. "I thought I said to not touch."

His face scrunched in fear, tight enough to spread her juices into his eye. He knew it wasn't worth it. One eye peeked through its lashes, to make sure the cat o' nine tails stayed on the floor. And back at the hand she was clenching onto, to make sure it'd still be there. He groaned into the gag for mercy.

"No, no," Harls said, "I understand." She was mockingly correcting his behavior. Though she couldn't help but laugh at how silly his fear was, and how much it turned her on to see that he could submit to her despite already being controlled.

His eyes slowly widened, then shot open when he felt her breast in his hand. He cupped the side of her engorged tit. Barry would usually have modesty and shame, but now his cock was probably the only body part with proper bood right now, and spikes of hormones flooded every vessel and capillary. With fuzzy vision and a mushy brain, all he knew to do was to play with her huge tit. He bounced it, moaning at the way she moaned in delight. He massaged at the tender fat, and padded his thumb over her sore, dripping nipple. His mouth watered all over the gag, and he grunted with greed. Even if he had two hands, it wouldn't be enough to worship her huge tit.

"Oh, you filthy boy." She released the gag from his mouth. "Does baby want Momma's milk?"

He grunted. The harder his thumb toyed with her nipple, the more it swelled. Thin but luscious milk dripped into his hand and he could smell the sweetness from what felt like miles away. He wished he could fit her entire breast into his mouth, because nothing else mattered.

His open drooling mouth and orgasmic eyes begged her to not tease him with this.

She leaned her tit to his face. She brushed the soft skin to his lips. Barry was blushing and trembling as a cold sweat washed over him. He desperately kissed around, trying to get to her nipple.

Harley mocked his attempts with, "I thought you were hungry... But apparently not."

He smooched around faster. His hand clenching at her tit to make sure she couldn't take it away.

Barry's never done this before. Having a large breast in his face alone would have made him explode instantly. Her areola was big enough for him to clasp his entire mouth over - if not bigger. The nipple was huge when he prodded it around with his tongue. Stiff but velvety, pulsing very subtly between the roof of his mouth and tongue. The vacuum of his mouth elicited a heart-throbbing moan from her. Barry instinctively started sucking. The savory taste of her soft pink skin made his hand too weak to squeeze.

Her milk began to fill his tight mouth. If his brain wasn't so fuzzy, he'd realize that gets could probably never eat anything again. It wasn't only arousing, but it was so satisfying, and fulfilling. For such an evil sexy woman, he could feel the nutritious, strengthening, gentle love that was brewed just for him. There was nothing to see or think or do, just feel the warmth. Taste her sweet slickness in his throat.

She gasped. His suction pulled his mouth tighter and tighter around her.

His neck twitched under the collar. He'd swallowed her.

He moaned. A shudder ran from his throat to his balls. Precum poured out of his cock, and his urethra throbbed. "Mmm... mmmff..." He lightly bit down on her nipple.

"Ahhhhh..." Her own vision got stars for a moment. One hand pressed to his sucking cheek, the other resting on his hand. As he relatched and began sucking harder, his tongue pulsed on her nipple. The flesh of his mouth was warm and slimy and pulsing on her areola. His teeth mildly grinded with each suck, though the closed in area only made things feel extra tight.

He moaned. It vibrated her entire breast. It was insanely tender and sensitive. Her own moans were basically mutters, or less. Being almost as sensitive as her clit, her nipple tensed orgasmically with each suckle. The milk being released from her aching ducts wasn't remotely fathomable; was even better than a good cum after hours of tie tease. And to witness him enjoying it and submitting to it was enough to send her into a small orgasm.

Barry's mouth started long, hearty sucks instead of short suckles. Harley would murmur at the schlicking noises his suctioning made. She was moaning and murmuring more and more now, while waves of blankness ran over her face. She washed over with a flustered whiteness, except for her eyes, which were filthy and ready to melt. When he automatically squeezed her tit, she gasped, "Oh, fuck... Mommy's coming a lil."

"Mmmmnnn..." he grunted into her, sending a vibration through her nipple and ducts.

Light yet steady pulses ran in her pussy. The orgasm was mild, and it was coming on slowly. She needed a toy. She pulled his hand down, contorting his arm to stroke down her belly.

"Nnnghh..." he grunted.

She toyed her clothed vulva with his hand. Gently petting the lace, pulling it along her soft bare cunt. "Mmm, baby."

"Nnnnngh..."

She pressed his palm into her pubic bone. His fingers gliding along the juicy slit, his palm kneaded her clit closer to climax.

Harley did not deserve this. She didn't warrant any of this. But he was so painfully aroused, and she was about to cum right there with his hand on her cunt. The lace was absolutely soaked. Her slit was puffy, pumping with blood. He could feel the orgasm building up and circulating in her vulva. She was lightly bucking her hips, and was a little disoriented. Without a thought, he slid a finger past the lace to pet her bare skin. He rubbed around her slit, played with her pink folds. Her juices clogged up his fingernail and coated his finger. The juices were hot and sticky and just as tight as her folds. Her wetness ran down his other fingers and flushed out the lace so much he could smell her. It was so wet, his fingertip slipped right down onto her clit. His eyes widened.

Harley chuckled. "Good boy... Go ahead."

Her clit throbbed against his finger. He froze.