Morning juices

I was slicing oranges for my morning fruit when things took a turn. The halves felt cool in my hands, so I rubbed them over my nipples instead of squeezing them into juice. Sweet pulp smeared across my skin, sticking to the tips. My pussy was already slick, throbbing, and I pressed a whole banana inside. It slid in easily, coated in my own juices. I worked it deeper, juices running down my thighs, the scent of citrus and sex mixing in the warm kitchen light. Every thrust made my big tits bounce, heavy and flushed, while my breath came faster and my legs started to shake.