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GiLF Job 2
By: Grod Date: February 29, 2024, 1:38 am
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Once upon a time in a quaint little village nestled in the green
hills of the countryside, there lived a mean, chubby old woman
named Agatha. Agatha was known throughout the village for her
sharp tongue and even sharper temper. She lived alone in a small
cottage on the outskirts of town, surrounded by overgrown hedges
and thorny bushes that seemed to mirror her prickly personality.
Despite her sour demeanor, there was one thing about Agatha that
drew the attention of the villagers – her exceedingly large
breasts.
Agatha's chest was a sight to behold, spilling out of her tight,
floral-print dresses like two overripe melons. Despite her
advancing age and expanding waistline, her breasts remained full
and perky, drawing the eyes of both young and old alike. It was
said that Agatha had the largest bosom in the entire village,
and she made sure everyone knew it, puffing out her chest and
strutting around town like a peacock.
One day, a timid young man named Thomas moved into the village.
Thomas was a quiet and unassuming fellow, with soft brown eyes
and a shy smile that never seemed to leave his lips. He found
work as a farmhand on one of the nearby estates, spending his
days tending to the fields and caring for the animals. Despite
his hard work, Thomas struggled to fit in with the other
villagers, always keeping to himself and avoiding social
gatherings.
One day, Thomas found himself crossing paths with Agatha as he
made his way through the village to buy provisions. Agatha was
standing outside her cottage, watering her garden with a scowl
on her face. As Thomas approached, she turned her sharp gaze on
him and sneered, "What are you looking at, boy? Haven't you ever
seen a woman before?"
Thomas blushed and stammered, his eyes flickering nervously to
Agatha's impressive chest. "I-I'm sorry, ma'am," he mumbled,
quickly averting his gaze. Agatha chuckled darkly, a wicked
gleam in her eye.
"Come here, boy," she commanded, beckoning Thomas closer with a
crooked finger. Hesitantly, Thomas obeyed, stopping in front of
Agatha with trepidation. Without warning, Agatha reached out and
grabbed his hand, pulling him closer until he was standing
directly in front of her.
"I see you eyeing up my assets, young man," Agatha purred, her
voice dripping with malice. "Well, if you like what you see,
perhaps I can give you a little taste." With that, she stepped
forward and pressed her ample chest against Thomas's chest,
enveloping him in a warm, soft cushion of flesh.
Thomas gasped in surprise, feeling Agatha's breasts pressing
against him from all sides. He could feel the heat emanating
from her body, the weight of her breasts nearly suffocating him.
Agatha leaned in close, her lips hovering just inches from his
ear.
"Do you know what a boob job is, boy?" Agatha whispered, her
breath hot against his skin. Thomas shook his head, too
flustered to speak. Agatha smirked and explained, "It's when a
woman uses her breasts to pleasure a man. And I have a feeling
you could use a little pleasure in your life, hmm?"
Before Thomas could protest, Agatha had already unbuttoned his
trousers and pulled them down, revealing his hardened member.
With a wicked grin, she positioned herself in front of him, her
plump breasts cradling his manhood in between them. Without
hesitation, she began to move her chest up and down, squeezing
him gently between her ample cleavage.
Thomas moaned involuntarily, his eyes rolling back in his head
as waves of pleasure washed over him. Agatha's breasts felt like
a warm, soft cocoon, enveloping him in a sensation unlike
anything he had ever experienced. With skilled precision, she
continued to move her chest up and down, increasing the pressure
and tempo until Thomas felt himself reaching the peak of
ecstasy.
And then it happened – with a cry of pleasure, Thomas released
himself, his seed spurting out and landing in thick, white ropes
across Agatha's chest. She laughed triumphantly, her breasts
covered in his essence as he slumped against her, panting
heavily.
"Well, well, well," Agatha taunted, a smug smile on her face.
"It looks like you enjoyed that, didn't you?" Thomas could only
nod, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But despite his
shame, he couldn't deny the intense pleasure he had just
experienced.
From that day on, Thomas found himself returning to Agatha's
cottage time and time again, unable to resist the allure of her
large breasts and the forbidden pleasure they brought him. And
though Agatha remained as mean and sharp-tongued as ever, she
had found a new way to exert her power over the timid young man
– through the seductive art of the boob job. And as their secret
encounters continued, Thomas found himself falling under
Agatha's spell, unable to resist the siren call of her ample
bosom and the intoxicating pleasure it brought him.
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