Magnificent

Lucie N. stands alone, her massive tits heavy and pale, nipples stiff. She cups them, squeezes, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. The room is quiet, and every breath she takes makes them rise and fall. She smiles, the expression soft and unguarded, then lowers one hand between her legs. She rubs slow circles over her clit, thighs parting, hips tilting into her own touch. The rhythm builds, then breaks. She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, lost in the feeling as she fucks herself with two fingers, the wet sound of it filling the stillness.