Magnificence

Regina stands in front of the mirror, completely naked. The blonde's full, natural breasts sit high on her chest, heavy and soft. She cups them with both hands, squeezing gently so the flesh spills between her fingers, then runs her palms down over the curve of her stomach. Her breath catches. One hand slips lower, fingers tracing the line of her hip before sliding between her thighs. She parts her legs, just enough, and starts rubbing slow circles over her clit. The other hand stays busy on her tits, pinching a nipple, rolling it until it stiffens. She watches herself the whole time—eyes half-lidded, lips parted. Every few strokes her hips give a little twitch. She spreads her fingers wider, drags them down through her folds, then brings the wet digits back up to circle again. Her tits bounce lightly with each movement. She bites her lower lip, breathing harder now, lost in the steady rhythm of her own hand.