Superheroine's Milk Bondage

Giant four tits extra long nipples milf superheroine Supertits. She lactate only when her nipples are overstimulated. Her nipples can resist stimulation for two or three hours, except villainess use special secret milking nipple massage. When her breasts milked dry she is depowered. She is captured by lesbian trio, nipples overstimulation, milked dry. Breast bondage, nipple punishment. She is edged for hours. Clit massage. Then many forced orgasms. Many giant tits bdsm acts

Supertits soared through the city, her massive breasts heaving under the tight confines of her latex suit. She heard the shrieks of joy and terror from the street below. She swooped in to grab a group of criminals who were robbing a bank. Her enemies vanished into thin air. A moment later, the trio stood before her. They were in outfits that left little to the imagination and were grinning a feral grin. "Supertits, you can't win here. We are your match this time." The brunette snarled. The blonde was very sure of herself. "Yea, a threesome of hyper-smart and super strong villains, against one dumb big-titted superhero. Sorry, babe." The raven-haired woman in the trio giggled in a high-pitched, annoying tone. "Hey girl! Maybe we're playing with you, maybe you're playing with us! But first, let's see these titties!" Supertits groaned, knowing that she was trapped. The three gorgeous psychos vilely teamed up against her and overpowered her easily, their superhuman strength no match for her. Little did they know, a side effect of her giant tits was the ability to lactate, which happened when her nipples were stimulated. She just had to resist for a few hours, then she'd be back to her full power. She could feel their fingers stroking her nipples. She tried to resist as she strained to break free, but to no avail. The villainesses' skills were above hers. Their proficient hands are used to press into her breasts in a way that was beyond erotic. Supertits clenched her muscles in response to the intense stimulation. She groaned again loudly and bit her lip. She had to resist. Supertits tried to muster any strength to shove them away. But they were rougher, and Supertits felt her resistance shattered. The ride was just starting. Her body trembled as she felt the familiar warmth in her chest. She couldn't resist it for long. She knew that she was in deep trouble. All three carried them to a special structure that they had prepared. They let her loose and pushed her onto the stage. Two of them stood on either side of her body, and Supertits could feel the purpose of the wiggling fingers. The three women dropped their masks. "We're not fucking around, bitch!", the blonde growled. "This milking machine here is so our favorite toy!" Supertits shrieked as she felt the stimulation was more intense than usual. She tried to clench her muscles. She wanted to get away. The other two held her arms. The third lingered on her nipples. She was shocked that it was going to happen so easily and quickly. Before she knew it, she was moaning and arching her back, her breasts heaved in response to the stimulation. She knew she was going to fucking explode soon.

The brunette's hands were relentless, her thumbs and fingers working in tandem to twist and roll Supertits' nipples. The sensation was electric, shooting straight to her core, making her hips buck involuntarily. The blonde, meanwhile, had one hand gripping Supertits' wrist tightly, the other sliding up her inner thigh, teasing the edge of her suit. Her touch was a stark contrast to the brunette's roughness, a slow, deliberate torment. Supertits gasped as the blonde's fingers finally slipped under the latex, finding her wet and ready. "No...please..." Supertits panted, but her body betrayed her, arching into the brunette's touch, grinding against the blonde's fingers. The raven-haired woman, watching with hungry eyes, stepped forward. She had a small, silver device in her hand, a wicked grin on her lips. "Time to turn up the heat, bitch," she purred, pressing the device onto Supertits' exposed nipple. It buzzed to life, vibrations pulsating through her, connecting directly to the pressure building in her breasts. Supertits screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure, as her body convulsed, milk spurted from her other nipple, dripping onto the stage. The brunette leaned down, licking the milk from Supertits' chest, her tongue swirling around the nipple. "Mmm, delicious," she murmured, before taking it into her mouth, sucking hard. Supertits cried out, her body writhing as the sensation intensified, the vibrations from the device making her clit throb. She was on the edge, teetering, ready to fall into oblivion. The blonde, sensing her imminent orgasm, increased the pressure on her clit, circling it with her thumb, pushing Supertits over the edge. Her body convulsed, milk spurted from both nipples, soaking her suit, as waves of pleasure crashed over her. But the villains weren't done. They were just getting started.

Supertits' head lolled back, her chest heaving as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. The brunette didn't stop, her mouth still sucking eagerly at Supertits' nipple, drawing out more milk, more pleasure. The blonde's fingers didn't relent, continuing to stroke and tease, drawing out every last spasm of ecstasy. The raven-haired woman, however, had other plans. She knelt down, her hands pushing Supertits' thighs apart, her eyes locked onto the superhero's glistening pussy. "Look at that," she murmured, her voice husky with lust. "All wet and ready for us." She leaned in, her tongue tracing a slow, torturous line up Supertits' inner thigh. Supertits shuddered, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. The raven-haired woman looked up, her eyes meeting Supertits', a wicked grin on her lips. "Ready for more, bitch?" she asked, before diving in, her tongue licking up Supertits' slit, flicking against her clit. Supertits screamed, her body jerking in response. The brunette finally released her nipple with a pop, a string of milk connecting her mouth to Supertits' breast. "Fuck, you taste good," she groaned, before moving to the other nipple, the silver vibrator still buzzing away, sending waves of pleasure through Supertits' body. The blonde, not to be left out, leaned down, capturing Supertits' lips in a rough kiss. Supertits moaned into her mouth, her body on fire, her mind spinning. She was overwhelmed, her senses assaulted from all sides. She was at their mercy, and they were intent on pushing her further, on drawing out every last drop of pleasure, every last drop of milk. She was caught in their web, a prisoner to their touch, their lust, their cruelty. And she knew, she was in for a long, hard night.

The raven-haired woman's tongue delved deeper, probing Supertits' entrance before flicking back up to her clit. Each stroke was deliberate, designed to drive Supertits wild. She could feel the other woman's breath hot against her skin, the vibration of her moans sending ripples of lust through her body. The brunette's mouth was relentless, her tongue and teeth working in concert to stimulate Supertits' nipples, the vibrations from the device amplifying every sensation. Supertits' hips bucked, trying to escape the intensity, but the blonde's grip on her wrists was unyielding, holding her in place. The blonde broke the kiss, her lips trailing down Supertits' neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. "You're ours tonight," she growled, her teeth grazing Supertits' collarbone. The raven-haired woman's fingers joined her tongue, two digits sliding into Supertits' pussy, curling upwards to hit that sweet spot. Supertits screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over her. Milk sprayed from her nipples, coating the brunette's chin, dripping onto the stage. The brunette lapped it up, her tongue tracing patterns on Supertits' chest. "So responsive," she purred, her eyes locked onto Supertits'. The raven-haired woman's fingers continued to pump in and out, her thumb circling Supertits' clit, drawing out her orgasm, prolonging her agony. Supertits was a mess of sensations, her body trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was lost in a sea of pleasure, drowning in their touches, their lust. The blonde's hand snaked down, her fingers joining the raven-haired woman's, stretching Supertits' pussy, filling her completely. Supertits' eyes rolled back, her body arching, her screams echoing in the room. The brunette's mouth moved to her neck, her teeth nibbling, her tongue soothing. The raven-haired woman's tongue joined her fingers, licking and sucking at Supertits' clit, pushing her towards another orgasm.

The brunette's teeth grazed Supertits' neck, a sharp contrast to the soft, wet heat of the raven-haired woman's mouth. She braced herself, breath hitching as the blonde's fingers curled inside her, stroking her G-spot with expert precision. The sensation was overwhelming, her body already sensitive and oversaturated with pleasure. "Please..." Supertits begged, though she couldn't say if she was pleading for more or for mercy. The blonde chuckled darkly, her lips brushing against Supertits' ear. "More it is," she whispered, her fingers quickening their pace. The raven-haired woman's tongue flattened, pressing firmly against Supertits' clit, her fingers never slowing. Supertits' body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She was on the edge again, her body coiling tight, ready to snap. The brunette's hand slid down Supertits' side, her nails digging into her hip, holding her in place. Her mouth moved lower, capturing one of Supertits' milk-drenched nipples, sucking hard. The vibration from the device hummed against her tongue, the sensation sending jolts of electricity straight to Supertits' core. Supertits screamed, her body convulsing as she came again, her pussy clenching around the blonde's and raven-haired woman's fingers. Milk spurted from her nipples, coating the brunette's face, dripping onto her chest. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her body writhing, her mind spinning. The raven-haired woman sat back, her lips glistening. "Fuck, you're a mess," she purred, her eyes locked onto Supertits'. The blonde and brunette exchanged a look, a silent agreement passing between them. They weren't done with her yet. The blonde's fingers slipped out of Supertits' pussy, leaving her feeling empty and aching. The brunette released her nipple with a pop, her hand trailing down Supertits' body, her fingers brushing against her clit. Supertits whimpered, her body jerking in response. The brunette smirked, her fingers circling her clit, the touch light and teasing. "No," Supertits panted, her hips trying to buck into the brunette's touch. The blonde grabbed her wrists again, holding her in place. The brunette laughed, a low, husky sound. "That's the idea, bitch," she purred, her fingers increasing the pressure, the pace. The raven-haired woman stood, her eyes never leaving Supertits'. She unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her naked breasts, her nipples hard and pointed. She cupped them, squeezing, a low moan escaping her lips. Supertits watched, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body on fire. She was at their mercy, and they were intent on pushing her further, on drawing out every last drop of pleasure, every last drop of milk.