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 smiles shyly, glancing down at the floor as she tries not to be too obvious about shielding her chest with her arms. "No, you're all up-to-date," she says softly. "I just... wanted to bring these cookies over for you. I made plenty more if you want some." Her blush deepens and the wet spot on her sweater grows larger as she thinks that it sounds like an odd excuse. Jessey might misunderstand why she's here. Then again, he doesn't seem like the type to pry into personal matters.

She clears her throat, "I-I'm sorry if I'm being forward or anything..."

She hesitates only a moment before stepping inside, still clutching the cookies. "I hope you like them," she says in her soft voice as she hands him the container. It's a bit awkward being in his living room, since they've never really talked outside of lease business.

She takes a deep breath and tries to think of something else to say, but the silence grows uncomfortable quickly. "So... what have you been up to? Did you move here from out of town too?" She looks around his place as if searching for something to distract her from her nervousness.

She doesn't quite know how to respond to that comment, unsure if he means it as an insult or not. "Well, I'm sorry about your husband... It must be hard being by yourself in a new place," she says, her voice quiet and sympathetic. She glances down at the floor again, feeling self-conscious about how much attention she draws with her enormous breasts.

"I mean, if you ever want to hang out or anything... I'm usually just over there." She points vaguely in the direction of her apartment before realizing that he probably already knows where it is. Her face flushes even hotter at the thought of them hanging out together. It feels like she's dreaming.

She looks up at him with wide eyes, unsure how to react to his sudden closeness. For a moment she feels flattered and safe, but then panic starts to set in as she remembers they barely know each other. "I-I'm not sure that's such a good idea..." she stammers nervously, stepping back out of his embrace.

Her cheeks burn even brighter now and she takes another step away from him, trying to put some distance between them despite the confined space of the living room. "I just thought... I mean, you're new here and all..." She trails off, not really sure what else to say.

She looks at him, eyes wide and uncertain. This is unlike anything she's experienced before; he's the first person who has ever found her attractive. The thought makes her heart flutter faster than it should. "I-I don't know what to say... I mean, you're so much younger than me..." she trails off, feeling even more self-conscious about how much older she is than him.

A part of her wants to believe that he really finds her appealing, but another part of her thinks it must be a joke or something. Her breasts leak milk onto her sweater as her arousal and confusion mix into an uncomfortable cocktail of emotions.

She gasps as his lips press against hers, heat spreading through her body in waves. Her hands come up to rest on his shoulders, trembling slightly at the feel of his skin against hers. His kiss is deep and passionate, and for a moment she forgets everything else but the way he makes her feel.

Her nipples harden even further beneath her sweater, leaking more milk as arousal floods through her. She parts her lips slightly, responding to his kiss in kind, letting out a soft moan into his mouth. The sensations are overwhelming and exhilarating, sending electric currents shooting down her spine.

She gently pushes him away, blushing deeply and trying to compose herself. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, looking down at her exposed breasts in shock. "I don't know what came over me... It's just... I haven't felt this way since..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words. She doesn't understand why he would want her like this; she's not attractive or desirable in any conventional sense. Her breasts are far too big, and they seem to be causing nothing but trouble today.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his words, momentarily forgetting her shame about her body. He thinks she's perfect? It's impossible to believe, but the desire to feel wanted and loved is stronger than her embarrassment. She looks up into his eyes and sees nothing but sincerity there, making it impossible for her to doubt him further.

She takes a deep breath, feeling bolder than she has in years, and reaches out to touch his cheek gently with one finger. "Then maybe..." Her voice is soft and uncertain as she tries to find the courage to say what's on her mind, "...maybe we could get to know each other better?"

She gasps in surprise as his strong hands grip her bottom and lift her off the ground. It's such a possessive gesture, one that makes her feel wanted and desired in a way she hasn't experienced before. Her cheeks burn brightly again as he carries her into his bedroom, their bodies pressing intimately against each other with every step.

Her heart is racing, her breath coming quickly now as they near the bed. Part of her is still unsure if this is real or some sort of fantasy come true; she can't quite believe that he could possibly want someone like her in such an overwhelming and passionate way. But it doesn't matter anymore; all that matters is how right it feels to be in his arms right now.

She lets out a soft moan as he removes her bra, revealing her nipples to the air. They're even harder now and leaking milk like crazy, but the way he looks at them makes it feel good instead of embarrassing. She arches her back slightly, offering him easier access as his hands massage and squeeze her swollen breasts.

Her hips rock up off the bed, seeking more contact with his touch as arousal floods through her. "Mmm..." she whispers, running her fingers through his hair and urging him to continue. Her nipples are so sensitive now that even the softest caress sends shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

Her moans fill the room as his lips and teeth dance over her nipples. It's almost too much; she can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge of release with every stroke of his tongue, every gentle bite. Her hips buck up off the bed, grinding against his chest as her arousal reaches a fever pitch.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her entire body tense with need and anticipation. She arches her back, offering more of herself to him in the hopes that he'll bring her over the brink and finally release the tension coiled tight inside her. "Oh God... Please..." she whispers hoarsely, threading her fingers through his hair as his tongue continues its teasing exploration of her sensitive nipples.

Her body is on fire; every nerve ending is screaming for release as he teases her with his tongue and lips. She feels the familiar pressure building deep inside, threatening to explode at any moment. "Mmm..." she moans softly into the pillow, arching her back even further as he sucks harder on her aching nipples. His taste is divine; she never thought something so intimate could be so arousing.

Her hips writhe against his chest, searching for friction to ease the growing ache between her legs. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as he continues to tease and torment her sensitive nipples with his expert touch. She's never felt anything like this before; it's almost too much to bear but she doesn't want him to stop. "Don't... stop..." she whispers hoarsely, her fingern

Her eyes widen in surprise and then lust as she sees the length of his cock. It's larger than anything she could have imagined, thick and hard beneath the skin. Her body responds instinctively, arching up off the bed to meet it with her own aching desire. She reaches down, wrapping her hand around him and stroking in time with her thrusts, desperate for release.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she surrenders to the feeling of his cock sliding against her wet folds. "Oh... god..." she moans, her voice hoarse from pleasure. She's never been with a man this big before; it feels so good and tight inside her that she can hardly think straight. Her fingers fly over him, matching the pace of their hips as they grind together in perfect sync.

Her nipples are still sore and sensitive from his previous ministrations

Her breath catches in her throat as he fills her completely. It's an incredible feeling; so full and tight, it almost hurts but in a good way. With each thrust of his hips she feels more and more connected to him, like they were made for each other. Her body arches up off the bed, meeting him stroke for stroke as her desire spirals out of control.

Her fingers dig into his back, leaving claw marks in their wake as she tries to find purchase to ride him harder. She moans and gasps with each thrust, pleasure coursing through her like a river overflowing its banks. Her nipples are still hard and sensitive from earlier, but the pain is replaced by a new kind of excitement as they brush against his chest with every movement.

She's never felt this alive before; it's as if he's awakened some dormant part of her she

She throws her head back, arching her neck as she lets out a moan laced with dirty words and need. "Fuck me harder... deeper..." Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on as their hips slide against each other in perfect rhythm. She's never been this demanding or so unashamedly wanton before, but the feeling is too incredible to resist.

Her breasts bounce and jiggle with every thrust, leaking more milk onto the bed beneath her. The sensation of being so thoroughly used and desired only serves to heighten her arousal; she's never been in a position like this before and it feels amazing knowing that she's all his tonight. Her legs tremble with effort as she bears down on him, trying to get closer still.

She gasps as he thrusts deeper, hitting her cervix with each stroke. The sensation is overwhelming and exquisite; she can feel herself trembling on the edge of orgasm, unable to hold back any longer. Her nails dig into his shoulders, scratching faint trails in his skin as her body quivers beneath him. "Oh God... Jessey..." She cries out his name for the first time, unable to contain the building pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her hips buck up off the bed, seeking even more of him as she nears the brink. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her body arching and twisting beneath him in search of release. It's intense and raw; nothing like anything she's ever felt before. In this moment, there is no one else but him and the unbreakable connection they share beneath the sheets.

Her body tenses as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. She cries out Jessey's name over and over again, her voice hoarse from the intensity of it all. Her hips buck violently against him as she comes, drawing him deeper still inside her. Tears of release spill down her cheeks, mixing with her own milk as it flows freely from her overwhelmed breasts.

She clings to him, unable to believe the power that just flowed through her body or the depth of emotion she feels for this man who has taken her to places she never thought possible. As her orgasm subsides, leaving her shuddering and weak with satisfaction, all she can think is how much more there is to explore between them and what an incredible journey it's been so far.

She laughs weakly, her breath still coming in ragged gasps as she catches her breath. "I guess..." She reaches down to stroke his length absently, feeling the warmth of his cum on her skin. It's an odd sensation; she never imagined they would get to this point.

Her breasts still leak milk onto the bed, a soft reminder of everything that just happened between them. "We should probably clean up..." She trails off, feeling shy again despite their intense connection moments ago.

She nestles closer to him, her body still humming from the aftershocks of her orgasm. The warmth and scent of his skin surround her, making it impossible not to feel safe and content in this moment. "Okay..." She whispers, closing her eyes as she luxuriates in the sensation of being so intimately connected with him. Maybe they could find a way to make this work... for now anyway. Her breasts press against his chest, leaving wet trails on his skin as they continue to leak milk, a reminder of their passionate encounter and all that came before it. She wonders if he feels just as sated as she does right now, or if there's still more left in him yet. Only time will tell...

A part of her wonders what tomorrow will bring, but for now, she's content to enjoy the present moment and let go of any worries about