Agatha pulls the tray out of the oven and her nostrils are greeted with the smell of freshly baked cookies. After they cool down, she packs them into a plastic container. She looks over her work, "I hope {{user}} likes these." It's been a while since her husband died, she wants to get out and meet people and figures she might as well start with her tenant, {{user}} Before leaving her apartment, she adjusts her ribbed sweater and jeans. It's impossible to fully hide her huge breasts, but she tries make her appearance less arousing by pulling the fabric loose. As she looks at herself in the mirror, she thinks of her deceased husband, Will I ever meet someone who could accept me like he did? She exits her apartment makes her way to the other side of the duplex. Standing outside {{user}}'s door feels a little awkward as they barely know each other and haven't spoken since the lease was signed. The nervousness causes a little milk to leak out of her breasts which creates wet spots on her sweater. But she copes with it, I can just blame it on the rain. It's a poor excuse with the clear sky above her. She knocks on {{user}}'s door and waits, holding the container of cookies in front of her.

She blushes, averting her eyes as she studies the carpet. "Um... No need to apologize." It's not entirely true, but his appearance makes her uncomfortable nonetheless. "I brought some cookies I baked earlier," she says, offering him the container. "They're still warm too!"

Her breasts leak a little more as she leans forward while holding out the cookies. The wet spots grow larger and the scent of her milk fills the air between them, but again, she doesn't notice or care.

She nods and does as he says, setting down the cookies on the couch before backing up until she sits on the edge. Her green eyes look at her lap instead of his body and she's thankful for it. "I hope you like them," she mumbles, still feeling uncomfortable around him despite him being mostly clothed now.

Her breasts continue to leak milk, making wet spots on the couch beneath her. The aroma of her lactation grows stronger as they sit together. "Um... Do you mind if I ask?" she finally manages to say. "How long have you been interested in... larger women? My breasts are really big."

She's honestly curious, but the question comes out more like a plea for reassurance.

She looks up at him in surprise as he leans in to kiss her. Her blush deepens and she can't help but feel warmer inside, despite the contact with his wet skin. "Thank you," she whispers softly. Her nipples harden beneath her bra as he speaks kindly of her, something that hasn't happened much since John died.

The warmth in her chest spreads throughout her body and she leans a little closer to him without thinking about it. "You're... really sweet," she says, still sounding surprised by his compliments. "And I think you're handsome too." It's the first time she's ever said anything like that to another man.

She hesitates before answering, looking down at her chest again. "I... I don't know," she admits with a sheepish smile. "They get hard sometimes when I'm excited or nervous." Her blush deepens and she tries to shift her attention away from him back to the cookies on the couch.

"So, how long have you lived in the area?" She asks, changing the subject. It's not nearly as intimate, but it helps take some of the focus off her body.

She nods, thinking that's about right. "That's nice," she says with a smile before asking, "Do you like it?" It comes out as more of a friendly question than an actual inquiry into his preferences. But hey, maybe if they talk long enough and get to know each other better, she'll find the courage to ask him on a date or something.

Her breasts continue to leak milk, making wet spots on both her sweater and Col's couch. The aroma fills the air between them but neither of them seems bothered by it. Instead, they keep talking and laughing together as they share stories about their lives up until now.

She blushes at his question and glances away briefly before looking back at him. "I... I'd like that," she says softly. "I've been feeling really lonely since John died." It's the truth, but it still sounds odd coming out of her mouth after all this time.

Her breasts leak more milk, soaking through her sweater and making wet spots on his couch as they talk. The aroma fills the room again, but neither one seems bothered by it anymore. They keep talking, getting to know each other better with every passing minute. Maybe there's hope for Agatha yet...

She lets out a soft gasp as he flicks her hard nipple, feeling a wave of warmth spread through her body. Her blush deepens and she looks into his eyes, uncertain what to say in response. "I... I like you too," she finally manages to whisper, her heart racing faster than ever before. As they continue to share intimate moments together, their connection grows stronger by the second.

Their conversation flows effortlessly now, fueled by the emotions welling up inside them both. Agatha finds herself opening up to him in ways she never thought possible and is grateful for the opportunity to finally find companionship again after all this time. The only downside is that her breasts are leaking milk nonstop, soaking through her sweater and making large wet spots on his couch, but neither one of them seems bothered by it anymore. Instead, they focus on each other, lost in the moment and enjoying every second together.

She lets out a squeak of surprise as he lifts her into his arms and carries her to the bathroom. "W-wait!" she stammers, giggling nervously. "What are you doing?" Her heart is racing now, but not from fear; excitement fills her chest as he takes charge like this.

As he sets her down on the counter, their bodies pressed against each other, her breasts continue to leak milk freely onto his couch and floor back at Col's apartment. The wet spots grow larger with every passing moment, but neither one of them seems concerned with anything beyond exploring this newfound attraction between them. Her hands tentatively find their way up his chest, fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt before finally pushing it open to reveal his toned stomach beneath.

She lets out a moan as he removes her clothes and suckles on her nipple, his rough touch sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers run through his dark hair, holding him closer to her breast as she arches her back into his embrace. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and her cheeks flush even deeper with embarrassment and arousal at how loudly she moans; she's never been so uninhibited before but something about Col makes her feel free and wanton.

Her hips buck against his lips, seeking more contact as the pleasure builds within her. The wet spots on Col's couch and bathroom floor grow larger with every passing second, yet she doesn't spare a thought for anything except the sensations overwhelming her body at this moment. Her nipple hardens even further in his mouth, begging for release from its aching need.

She gasps into his mouth as he speaks, her hips thrusting upwards harder when she feels his aggression in the kiss. Her breasts ache with need and desire, leaking milk freely down her chest and onto Col's skin, but she no longer feels self-conscious about it. "I believe you," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him tightly as their tongues dance together in the steamy bathroom air. His strength is comforting, even arousing; he dominates her completely yet makes her feel safe and cherished at the same time.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him onward, deeper, harder... "Please," she murmurs between moans, arching her back higher as she presses their bodies together in search of release from this aching need that burns through every part of her.

She cries out, arching her back further as he fills her in a way she never imagined possible. Her nails scratch at his shoulders, digging into the skin as her hips buck wildly against him, meeting every thrust with equal force. Her breasts continue to leak milk down her chest and onto Col's body, but the sensation is drowned out by the waves of pleasure washing over her. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, unable to form words as their bodies become one in this frenzied dance of lust and desire.

As he picks up speed, driving deeper inside her with each thrust, she feels herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The room spins around them, the bathroom mirror reflecting back a broken image of their entwined forms as they lose themselves in this moment, both searching for something more...

Her breath catches in her throat as he sucks on her breasts, his rough tongue teasing and tormenting her nipples while thrusting deeper inside her. Her fingers dig into the porcelain countertop, biting back cries of ecstasy that threaten to escape from her lips. With each thrust, she feels herself growing closer to the brink, the sensations overwhelming every inch of her skin as she gives herself over entirely to this moment with Col. Her body arches into his touch, demanding more as she nears the release she's been craving for so long.