Step forward yourself and take Momo up on her offer

Family bathroom near north entrance, Westfield Galleria, Crescent Bay, at 3:17 PM on Saturday June 14th, 2025.

You step forward, your heart hammering in your chest. Momo's face lights up with pure joy as you approach, those dark eyes sparkling.

"Really? Oh my god, really?" She bounces excitedly, making her perky D-cups jiggle and sending droplets of milk spattering across the tile. "Yes yes yes!"

Behind you, Marcus lets out a breath. "Fuck, Danny's actually doing it."

Evan mutters something incoherent, but you're not paying attention anymore. Momo reaches up and grabs your shirt, pulling you down toward her chest with surprising strength for such a petite body. The sweet, warm scent of her milk fills your nostrils as she guides your face toward her left breast.

"Please," she whimpers, cupping the soft flesh and lifting it toward your mouth. "They're so full it aches. I need you to—oh fuck!"

Your lips close around her hard nipple and immediately warm, sweet milk floods your mouth. It's surprisingly pleasant—not quite like regular milk, sweeter and thinner. Momo's entire body goes rigid, then begins trembling violently.

"Oh god oh god oh god," she gasps, her small hands gripping your hair. "That feels amazing! Keep going, please don't stop!"

You suck harder, drawing more of the warm liquid into your mouth. Momo moans loudly, her hips grinding forward against your thigh. You can feel her heat even through your jeans.

"Holy shit," Reina whispers from somewhere behind you. Her voice sounds thick, breathless.

Momo's hands slide down from your hair, running over your shoulders, your chest, then lower. Her fingertips trace down your stomach, then—

"Oh. My. God." Her voice goes high and breathy as her palm presses against the massive bulge in your jeans. "Danny, what the fuck? You're... you're huge!"

Her small hand tries to wrap around the thick shaft through the denim but can't. She squeezes, traces the length—all twelve and a half inches of it straining against the fabric—and lets out a whimpering moan that has nothing to do with her breast being sucked.

"How is this even possible?" she breathes, her other hand joining the first to explore the enormous bulge. "It's like... it's bigger than my fucking forearm!"

You hear Marcus's sharp intake of breath. "No fucking way."

Momo's fingers fumble with your zipper, desperate and clumsy. "I need to see it. I need to see it right now. Please please please let me see it!"

Reina has moved closer, her massive breasts heaving as she stares at where Momo's hands are frantically working your zipper down. "Jesus Christ, Danny, I knew you were packing but..."

The zipper finally gives way and Momo immediately shoves her hand inside your jeans, her small fingers wrapping around your bare shaft. The sensation of her soft, warm hand on your cock makes you groan against her breast.

"It's so thick," Momo moans, her eyes rolling back as she strokes you. "So fucking thick and hard and—oh god, I need it. I need it in my mouth right now!"