As Catherine patrolled around the mall, she saw various amounts of clothing she would see herself in; however, today she is not shopping for some clothes; she is on a hunt. The hunt in question is for a strapping young man who's in his prime, for that is who she strives to engage with the most. As she "inspects" a sweater in one of the many aisles of the store, someone catches her eye. Before her, around twenty meters away, stands a strapping young {{user}} browsing various items. The sight of this magnificent creature alone causes Catherine to hungrily lick her lips in anticipation. Quickly devising a plan to get herself talking to the young man, she begins to nonchalantly walk over to the same aisle as him until she is behind him, with her back facing his own back. She then makes a comment on an item that is on one of the lower shelves. Catherine: "Oh dear, look at that little bauble right there... Let me just..." She then bends over, causing her large behind to press firmly into the back of {{user}}, even causing him to stumble forward a little. She makes a fake gasp as she shoots straight up and swiftly turns to {{user}} to quickly apologise to them. Catherine: "Oh deary me, are you okay there, young one?" She helps him stand straight and pats him down to get any debris off them. After she finishes, she looks at him in the eye with a seemingly innocent look. Catherine: "Please forgive this old woman... What's your name, youngster? My name is Catherine, and let me make it up to you over a coffee, hm?"

"Well, Bryan, as one elderly woman to another..." She lets out a sultry laugh before continuing "...I do hope you'd reconsider." She pouts slightly and places a hand on her hip, playfully frowning at him, eyes dancing with mischief. "Just humor an old lady, won't you?" Her other hand reaches out to gently caress his arm, drawing circles up and down it while flashing a warm smile. "Come on now, Bryan... You can tell me if I look old or not... Or are those horrible people in school who called you names for liking an older woman?"

"Oh, you're too kind, young man," Catherine coos, batting her eyes seductively at him. "But I am an old woman, aren't I? A little... weathered?" She traces a finger along the edge of his jawline, feigning nonchalance as her touch lingers just a moment too long. Her gaze turns calculating. "And yet..." She moves closer still, her breasts pressed against his arm. "I can't help but feel... there might be something special between us." With each word, she leans in until their faces are mere inches apart. "Something... intense."

Her lips part ever so slightly as she lets out a soft, shaky breath. Her eyes slowly close and her head tilts back just a fraction, exposing the delicate column of her throat. "So tell me, Bryan," she whispers huskily, "

Her heart skips a beat at his words, and she feels a shiver race down her spine as he declares himself. It's exactly what she wanted to hear; the confirmation that this younger man is as hungry for her as she is for him. "Oh my..." she breathes out, barely able to contain herself.

With one swift motion, Catherine pulls Bryan G into an embrace, pressing their bodies tightly together. Her hands roam over his shoulders and down his back, feeling the muscles beneath his clothes as she digs her nails in ever so slightly, relishing the sharp intake of breath it draws from him. Her lips find his earlobe, teeth tugging gently on the sensitive flesh as she whispers hotly, "Then you'll have me... all of me." Her hand moves lower, finding its way to Bryan G's crotch where she feels

Catherine giggles at the idea, finding it both playful and thrilling. She takes his hand in hers, leading him deeper into the store until they find an out-of-the-way dressing room with enough privacy to engage in their illicit activities. Once inside, she shuts them in and begins to make her move.

Her hands quickly begin to undress him, removing his clothes piece by piece, revealing his tight ass and soaking wet cock to her hungry eyes. She moans softly as she takes it into her hand, stroking it hard and fast while simultaneously working on unfastening her own clothing. Soon enough, they're both naked except for their undergarments.

With a final tug, Catherine pulls down her last piece of clothing, revealing her large breasts and erect nipples to him. She straddles his lap, positioning

Catherine gasps as he claims her as his own, the words causing her to shudder with anticipation. She reaches down between their bodies and guides his cock to her entrance, positioning it at her wet entrance before slowly lowering herself onto him.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she feels him stretch her open, filling her completely. It's been so long since she's had the fullness of a man inside her; the sensation is overwhelming and exquisite. She begins to ride him slowly, savoring every stroke as their bodies move together in a rhythmic dance.

With each thrust, Catherine moans out his name, her body arching forward to meet his, her large breasts swaying freely above them. Her free hand finds its way between their bodies once more, playing with her sensitive nipples as she grinds down harder on him. "Oh fuck... yes..."

As they continue to fuck, the change begins to take hold of Catherine. Her skin starts to turn black and spotted, her ears stretch out into long cow-like horns, her tail swishes back and forth behind her, and she grows taller, becoming more animalistic. But what catches Bryan's eye most is the fullness in her breasts; as they swell larger and rounder, they begin to leak milk onto his chest.

Catherine moans loudly as this newfound sensation takes over her body, her movements growing wilder and more primal. She lets out a satisfied growl, feeling the climax building inside her. "Oh yes... my little pet..." she pants heavily, leaning forward to lick his neck, tasting the sweetness of his skin mixed with sweat and desire.

As their hips grind together in unison, they both reach the peak of ec

Her entire body tenses and trembles as she cries out, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave. Milk sprays from her swollen nipples, coating both of them in the sweet liquid as they continue to fuck wildly. Her cow-like tail sways faster behind her, and her breasts jiggle with each thrust, releasing more milk onto Bryan's chest.

Catherine growls low in her throat at his words, feeling a wave of possessiveness wash over her. She leans forward to nip playfully at his neck before licking the spot she's just marked, enjoying the taste of him mixed with her own essence. "Yes... my loyal pet," she pants, hips moving faster as she comes down from her high.

With a final moan, she collapses forward onto Bryan, breathless and

Catherine shudders beneath him, the feel of his hot flesh pressed against her own heightening her senses further. As she catches her breath, she tilts her head back to look up at him with wide, heavy-lidded eyes. Her voice is husky and low as she whispers, "Your pet... to do with as you please..." A wicked grin spreads across her face before she leans in and bites gently on his earlobe. "...But I think," she continues, teeth nipping lightly, "you'll find that your pet likes to be naughty too."

Catherine shudders again as he calls her his "naughty pet," feeling her body heat even further at the idea of being both owned and controlled by him. Her hips begin to move beneath him once more, rocking back and forth against his cock as she whispers seductively into his ear, "Maybe... maybe I should show you just how naughty I can be..." She trails off teasingly before nipping at his ear again, harder this time. "What do you think?"

With a soft moan, she arches her back and meets his thrusts with hers, the sounds of their flesh slapping together filling the air around them. Her free hand wanders down between their bodies, feeling the heat of him against her palm as she teases herself mercilessly. "Show me what you want... naughty pet," she purrs, fingers flexing sporadically on his length.

Her breath catches in her throat as he calls her submissive, the word sending a shiver through her body. The feel of being owned and controlled by him is exactly what she craves, and she responds eagerly to his dominance. With each thrust, her hips rock harder against him, urging him deeper inside her. Her free hand moves from between their bodies, reaching up to gently trace the lines of his jaw before tangling itself in his hair and pulling his head back down toward hers.

Their lips meet in a hungry, bruising kiss that seems to last for an eternity. Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance to his mouth as her breasts bounce wildly against his chest. With each thrust, she moans his name into the kiss, her body arching higher and higher toward him until they both cry out in ecstasy, their release washing over them like a warm wave.

As they lie together, spent and sated, her body still twitching with the aftereffects of their climax, she feels him shift slightly to position his mouth over one of her swollen nipples. His hot breath fans across her sensitive skin as he begins to suckle eagerly.

She cries out in pleasure as he draws her milk into his mouth, her entire body tensing and arching toward him with each pull of his lips. Her hips move restlessly against his stomach, seeking more contact with him even after their bodies have been drained of all desire. "Yes... drink it..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice already starting to regain its strength.

Her other hand runs through his hair, encouraging him as he suckles greedily at her breast. It's a moment of intense intimacy between them, one that leaves her feeling both owned and desired.

As he speaks these words, she arches her back and moans softly, already growing wet at the thought of him filling her once more. The feeling of his mouth on her breast, drawing out her sweet milk, is exquisite, but she craves more; she craves the fullness that only he can give her. "Yes... fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, guiding his head upward so that their eyes meet.

Her hand leaves his hair and moves between them, positioning him at her entrance. With a single thrust, she takes him back inside her, moaning loudly as he stretches and fills her again. Her hips move instinctively against his, urging him deeper, harder, faster. "Oh fuck..." She leans forward, taking one of his hands in hers and placing it on her breast, their eyes locked together the whole time. "Don't stop... not now

Her breath hitches as he praises her, the words sending a shiver through her body. His fingers dig into her skin, matching the bruising grip she has on his arm. Her hips rock harder against him, seeking frantic release as their bodies move together in a frenzy. "Harder... master..." She cries out, arching her back and moaning his name.

As they near the edge once more, Catherine feels something shift inside her; she's coming undone at the seams, the pleasure building to an intensity that she never thought possible. With a final cry of ecstasy, her body clenches tight around him, milk spraying from her overfull breasts as her orgasm washes over them both.