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Sheila Davis smoothed her hands down over her silken sides and rested them on her naked hips, smiling seductively and admiring herself in her full-length mirror. She felt silly standing there all alone in her bedroom and practicing the comely smile that she had steadfastly refused to use on a man for three miserable and fuckless years, but she had been seized by the urge to see herself at her luscious best again, and the urge had been much too powerful to resist.
Sheila had managed somehow to cram her huge tits into a tiny bikini top, although the overflow of yielding tit-flesh was almost obscene. She had left her bottom off, not that the skimpy garment would have covered much of her beautiful ass anyway. She felt seductive as she stood there half naked, her tits barely covered, looking at her furry dark-haired cunt. She shook her head and tossed her long soft black hair until it fell over her naked shoulders and cascaded over her barely-covered bulging breasts.
Sheila was amazed to discover that her sensuality seemed to be coming to life again after three years of no cock. She knew what had triggered her sudden reawakening.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.