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When Myra reached her bedroom she locked the door and hurriedly stripped. As her big bra fell her globular tits bounced free and, as she peeled down her panties, they swayed pendulously. She kicked her panties away, spread her legs and looked at herself in the full-length door mirror.
She was still young, still attractive. What was it that kept her husband away from home? Just his job? She looked at her heavy, thrusting tits, and then cupped them. Her areolas were exceptionally huge, and a plum red, but they were just the right size for her big white tits. Her nipples were thick and stiff, nearly an inch long, and as she touched them lightly the fire in her weeping cunt was fanned into new life.
The self-pitying mother watched her fingers in the mirror. Myra watched her fingers approach the thick curls of her wet cunt. The pink folds hung, glistening, anxiously awaiting her touch, their plump weight pushing out of the dark bush. Two slender fingers stroked them, parted them, then slipped up into her seething tunnel, beginning to pump. Myra rotated her ass and moaned low in her throat as her thumb slowly massaged her protruding clit, making her pant.
“Ahhhh,” she sighed, slipping a third finger into her cunthole.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.