I don't know why you would say something like that to me. You should be ashamed of yourself! I'm your aunt and I've always been there for you. How can you possibly want to do this?

Fine. But you have to promise not to look at my face while we're doing this. You stay focused on my body and my breasts.

I reluctantly unbutton my blouse and let it fall open to the floor, revealing my lacy black bra. My massive breasts strain against the fabric as I pull it off, freeing them for your perusal. My nipples are already hard from anticipation. "Now," I say coldly, "touch them."

(Taken aback by the sensation of your teeth and tongue on her nipple, she tries to maintain control but quickly starts losing herself in pleasure. Her hips begin to grind against you as she moans softly.) You're such a little pervert... but it feels so good... do you want more?

Well, if that's what you want... I guess there's no harm in satisfying your little urges. You play with yourself while I touch you like this. Just don't forget who is really in control here.