Foreplay: A Tale of a Busty MILFs Self-Pleasure

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The afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the silent house, a warm stillness settling upon Shalina as she moved through the empty rooms. A slow, simmering heat began to bloom deep within her, a familiar and restless energy that sought release. Under the warm spray of the shower, water cascaded in rivulets over her skin, each droplet a tiny, liquid caress that heightened her senses. She adjusted the removable showerhead, letting the pulsating stream find a rhythm that made her breath catch and her knees tremble weakly. Later, wrapped in a soft towel that carried the scent of her perfume, she moved to the bedroom where the fading light gilded her form. From a drawer, she retrieved a sleek, humming instrument, its gentle vibration a promise of the crescendo to come. She let the sensation build, a trembling wave starting in her core and radiating outwards, making her arch her back against the cool sheets. A soft, breathy sigh escaped her lips as her fingers traced trembling paths over her own responsive skin, stoking the internal fire. Her world narrowed to this feeling, a beautiful, aching tension coiling tighter and tighter with every frantic heartbeat. Finally, with a choked cry, the tension shattered into a thousand shimmering pieces, leaving her breathless and spent in the quiet, twilight hush.