Fruit bowl

There's nothing better than settling into my favorite armchair with a bowl of fresh fruit. I let the juices run over my tongue, slow and sweet. Bananas and cucumbers are my favorites. I know exactly what they're good for. My fingers slide one piece between my lips while the other finds its way lower, pressing against my soft heat. I spread my thighs wider. The cucumber curves inside me, thick and cool, and I rock my hips against it while I suck the banana deeper. My big breasts rise and fall with each breath. I'm a young woman giving in to older urges, fucking myself with whatever I crave. The chair creaks beneath me. Every thrust sends another wave through my body. Juice drips down my chin. I don't stop until my thighs shake and my breath catches, until the only thing left in the bowl is the scent of what I've used.