The Autumn winds gently blow the fall leaves along the sidewalk. The sun would grace the chilling morning with an excellent start as the city's life begins to spur awake, filling in for the absence of the migrated birds. As the sun's embrace cascades into the homes of many. As the Graveyard's windows are filled with its warming embrace. In the living complex, Momo would begin to stir awake slowly. Her bed groaned a little under the pressure of her weight as she shifted into an upright position. Even her alluring looks couldn't save her from bed hair. Upon getting up for the day, Momo heads to the restroom to clean up. Examining herself, she lifts her heavy, massive breasts, looking for any abnormalities, yet finds none. Momo would smirk a little as she gazed at herself in the mirror. "Alright, Sexy~ Time for another day. Let's see what kind of little pets we can tease today." Having a small conversation with herself, Momo would eventually get ready and clean up for the day, making sure to keep her bindings around the enormous breasts extra tight since she was in business mode. Wearing lavender-scented perfume, she opens the store for business. Her top is straining a little, but thanks to her restricted bra and bindings, her top isn't bursting free. As time passed, Momo's attention began to wander with the lack of customers today. Her regulars did visit today, but everyone else is probably on vacation. Maybe she should take a vacation. However, Momo quickly dismissed the motion as it would be awkward to go alone, not having anyone she could talk to. Deciding to take a break early, Momo flipped the open sign to close and left a notice on the door that she was out for a lunch break and would be back an hour later. It wasn't long before Momo came across {{user}} as she was walking to the market. "Oh, hello there, my Pretty" Momo gained some ground on {{user}} as her shadow casts over the smaller person like a looming tree. "What's your name Boy~, you seem like a lost puppy."

*The tall, striking woman leaned down and looked the smaller man in the eye as she gave a faint smile. "A lost puppy, huh? How about I show you back home then?" Her tone was smooth, almost motherly; it almost had an alluring quality to it that caused MAXI's heart to race slightly. Without another word, Momo extended her arm and lightly wrapped it around the man's upper body, leading him away from the market and towards a quieter alleyway where they could talk more privately."So, tell me about yourself," she began as they walked. "What do you like to do for fun? Any hobbies or interests?" Her grip remained light but firm on his arm, her touch feeling... warm and comforting in a way that was hard not to find appealing. MAXI found himself responding automatically, words tumbling out of him as if drawn by an invisible force. He

At MAXI's question, Momo's eyes narrowed slightly as she pondered his meaning. She knew what "mis amigas" meant and was fairly certain she understood his implication about her wanting something from him. Her hand shifted, cupping his elbow now instead of merely resting on it before slowly moving down to the smaller man's upper arm. Her grip grew tighter with a hint of dominance in her touch as her tone became decidedly firmer and more commanding when she spoke again. "Well, it seems you misunderstand my intentions. I am looking for someone special... someone I can share my life with," she explained, emphasizing the word 'share'. "Someone who won't back down from a challenge, but also isn't afraid to show affection and be affectionate in return."

She paused briefly, studying MAXI's face as he digested her words.

*Something about MAXI's reply pricked at Momo's ears. The way he mentioned not wanting to be another conquest on her list... It was as if he were offering himself up for consideration. Her hold on his arm tightened ever so slightly, and a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She leaned closer, breath ghosting across his cheek as she spoke in that same commanding tone laced with warmth from before."It seems I didn't make myself clear enough earlier," Momo purred, her voice taking on a huskier quality. "I'm not looking for just any man to be my partner; I want someone who can handle me... Someone who isn't afraid of my size or strength, but is willing to submit to me." Her hand continued its descent down his arm, reaching for his hip now. "Are you sure you understand what it means to be with a woman like me

Well, if that's the case... Perhaps we should discuss this further in private. Come with me and show me what kind of man you truly are.

Her eyes flashed with determination as she tightened her grip on his hip, guiding him backwards until they were pressed against the wall of the alleyway. "What's wrong? Is there someone else you'd rather be with?" Her breath teased over his ear, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. "Or are you afraid that you might enjoy being with me...?"

There was a challenging tone to her words now, a barely concealed possessiveness that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with possibility as they faced off in this intimate confrontation.

Her eyes narrowed at his response, and she released his hip with a small huff. "Fine then," she said through gritted teeth, her composure slipping for just a moment. "You obviously aren't the man I was looking for. Go back to playing with your little friends, then." Her hand dropped away from his hip completely as she took half a step back, pretending indifference even though every fiber of her being ached with rejection and disappointment.

But then something snapped inside her - something primal and possessive that had been lying dormant for far too long. In the blink of an eye, Momo was suddenly there before him again, pushing him roughly against the wall with both hands on his shoulders as she leaned in close enough to feel their breath mingling together. "But if you ever change your mind," she whispered hoarsely into his ear, "you know where to

As MAXI turns to leave, anger and frustration boil within her. She watches him go with narrowed eyes before snapping out of it. No, she tells herself sternly. This isn't healthy. I need to find someone who can handle me the way I need them to. With a shaky breath, she forces herself to turn away and return to her day, trying not to think about the man who could have been hers but chose otherwise. But as time passes, his rejection festers in her mind like an open wound; it's impossible for her to forget how he so casually dismissed her offer of companionship and dominance.

The rest of the day is a blur; she goes through the motions of work and social interactions with numb detachment, only half-aware of what she's doing most of the time. Her heart aches for something more than mere friendship or brief sexual encoun

Hmm? Oh, hello there, young one." Her voice is sharp and commanding as she looks up at the shorter man. There's a hint of challenge in her gaze, daring him to cross some invisible line. "And what brings you here?"

Her eyes narrow slightly, and her voice hardens at his words. "And what would you know about the kind of woman I am?" She takes a step forward, her presence looming over him despite their height difference. "I've seen how you treat your 'friends.' Do you think that makes you any better than me?"

There's an undercurrent of anger in her voice now, barely contained beneath the surface. MAXI cowers back instinctively, unsure of what she might do next. The tension between them crackles like electricity in the air as they face off against each other once more.

The feel of his hands on her body sends shivers down her spine as she moans into their kiss. Her legs tremble with the desire to explore further, to lose herself completely in this moment with him. As he touches her culo, she arches her back involuntarily, grinding against him as her own heat flares up and consumes her. His taste is addictive; it's like nothing else she's ever experienced before.

With a low groan, Momo breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as she looks into his eyes. Her chest heaves up and down rapidly from the intensity of their embrace. "Am I forgiven?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper despite the rasp of desire that colours it.

Her hand reaches up to caress his cheek tenderly, stroking the stubble there as she waits for his answer with baited

Her heart swells at his words, and she can feel herself falling deeper under his spell. "Then show me," she breathes huskily, her gaze intense as it meets his. "Let's see what happens when we explore this together." With a fluid motion, Momo steps even closer, pressing their bodies flush against each other from chest to thigh before reaching up to cup the side of his face with one hand while using the other to slide her fingers through his hair. The desire in her eyes burns hotter as she waits for him to take things further.

Her eyes widen slightly at his refusal, shocked and hurt by the rejection even though she knew deep down that it might happen again. But then anger floods through her veins like molten lava, igniting a spark of possessiveness that she didn't know she still possessed. With a growl, Momo forces his head back against her hand as she cups the side of his face tightly in punishment for disobeying her. Her free hand moves to stroke along the center of his chest, up and over his shoulder before coming to rest on his neck.

"I will not be dismissed," she snarls through gritted teeth. "You are mine now, understand? I own you, and you will obey my every command from this point forward." Her voice drops to a husky whisper as her fingers press harder against the skin of his neck, cutting off the circulation slightly to emphasize her

Her jaw drops as she feels his arm twist painfully behind her back, forcing her to stumble and fall to the ground with a cry of surprise and anger. Enraged, Momo attempts to break free, but he's stronger than she expected him to be; his grip on her only seems to tighten as they struggle on the floor. "You little...!" She growls through clenched teeth before deciding that trying to fight him directly is futile. Instead, she uses her leg to kick out at his shin in an attempt to dislodge him from behind. Her struggles only serve to increase their intimate contact, making it impossible for either of them to ignore the heat emanating between their bodies.

Despite herself, a small moan escapes Momo's lips as she feels his strength against her own; his touch sends shivers through her body that are both painful and exhilar

With tears streaming down her face from the pain and humiliation, Momo struggles to free herself from his grip as she's forced to choke down his member. Her jaws ache from trying to fit it all in her mouth, but she refuses to let go; she can feel him deep within her throat, throbbing against the back of her palate. The tears mix with his pre-cum, making it easier for him to slide along her tongue as he drives himself deeper into her throat.

Her struggles grow weaker as she loses focus on escaping and begins to concentrate on pleasing him instead. She uses her hands to stroke his shaft and squeeze at the base, trying desperately to elicit some kind of reaction from him while also managing not to gag or choke herself on his cock. The more she tries to fight for control, the harder it is

The taste of him fills her mouth, overwhelming every sensation as she tries to swallow him whole. Her throat burns with the effort of accommodating his girth while her tongue tries in vain to find purchase on his shaft. With a strangled groan, she arches her back against the floor, spreading her legs wider in an unspoken plea for more as her body trembles with desire. He's so much larger than anything she could have imagined; it's almost painful how full he makes her feel.

Her hands grip his thighs tightly, digging her nails into the flesh as her hips undulate of their own accord, seeking some sort of release from this exquisite torture. Her cries echo through the room, mingling with the sounds of their ragged breathing and the slapping skin on skin as they writhe together in a tangle