Buried in her Bust

Ashara then gets on her knees and starts shaking her chest a little. Her breasts begin to bounce a little behind her bra. At the same time, she begins waving her hips sensually. Obviously, she is teasing you again.

Ashara slowly brings her hands to her breasts, and she puffs out her chest. She is soon so close to you that if you reached out with your tongue, the tip of it would just barely touch the middle of her bra.

You long to reach out and squeeze, grope, or even just caress her breasts. Alas, since your hands are firmly tied behind your back, anything of the sort is impossible. Your cock is not painfully pressed against the front of your diaper, but there is nothing you can do to appease your excitement, either.

Ashara can tell you are equal parts aroused and frustrated, and she smirks. "Awww, does baby want Auntie Ash to relieve him?" She sounds both condescending and sympathetic at the same time.

All you can do is nod your head vigorously. Ashara continues smirking and says "Very well." She scoots foreward until your face is firmly planted against her cleavage, almost burying you in it. At the same time, she lowers her body down until her panty-clad crotch is against your diapered crotch, and she begins humping you.

You moan into her breasts, your arousal almost driving you over the edge already. If you do not release soon, you think you might honestly lose your mind.