Breast fed on stream

The camera lens glowed with a steady red light. Thousands of viewers watched the screen, their comments scrolling by. Ivanna knelt on the bed, the baby panties she wore were soaked, the white cotton clinging to her hips and molding to the shape of her swollen clit.

Marion leaned back. She then lowered her black shirt, revealing her firm, tanned breasts. Her nipples were dark and peaked, standing out against the pale glow of the ring light.

"Look at her, everyone," Marion said, her voice a low purr. "The great goth teacher. The woman who told the world that every metal band was a fraud. Now look at her. She's just a little, wet, shivering baby."

Ivanna looked up “Please. Please, just stop."

Marion laughed, a sharp sound that echoed in the small room. She reached down and grabbed Ivanna's chin, forcing her head up.

"You don't get to ask for things, Ivanna. You only get what I give you. And right now, I think the audience wants to see you be a good little girl. Do you want to be a good girl, Ivanna?"

Ivanna's throat tightened. She nodded, a small, jerky movement.

"I can't hear you," Marion teased.

"Yes," Ivanna sobbed. "I want to be a good girl."

"Then prove it. Get to work."

Marion shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Ivanna closer. She guided Ivanna's face toward her chest.

"Take it," Marion commanded. "Suck it, I know you like it.”

Ivanna hesitated for a heartbeat.

“Diana has told me you sometimes sleep with a baby bottle so don’t try to act tough.”

Ivanna sighed, then opened her mouth. How come Marion kew all her secrets?

She clamped her lips around her ex’s left nipple, the warm, rubbery texture filling her mouth. She let out a muffled moan, her tongue darting out to swirl around the areola.

The chat exploded.

LMAO SHE'S FINALLY EATING!

LOOK AT HER GO!

Suck it dry, baby!

WHO KNEW THE GOTH WAS A TIT-SUCKER?

Ivanna didn't care about the chat anymore. She had spent 36 years suppressing every urge, hiding behind black lace and fake cynicism. Now, the dam had broken. She sucked harder, pulling the nipple deep into her throat, making a loud, wet, slurping sound that the microphone picked up with crystalline clarity.

"Mmm, that's it," Marion groaned, her fingers digging into Ivanna's ginger hair. "Use that tongue. Lick the sides. Make it shine."

Ivanna obeyed. She used her tongue to massage the peak, flicking it rapidly before drawing it back into her mouth with a strong vacuum. Ivanna's hands reached up, her fingers trembling as they brushed against Marion's ribs.

"Don't touch me unless I tell you to," Marion snapped, though her voice lacked its usual bite. She was breathing heavily now.

Ivanna froze, her mouth still locked onto the breast. She looked up, her eyes wide and pleading.

"Now you can," Marion whispered, her expression softening into something almost tender, though the cruelty remained. "Rub them. Show the world how small and pathetic your tits are compared to mine."