New looks, same girl

Kendra was flat-chested once, all sharp lines and slim hips. She wanted more. So she paid a surgeon to give her breasts that fill a hand and then some. Now she goes by Ashley Brooke and moves like she knows exactly what she has. She stands in front of the mirror and cups them, testing their weight. They sit high and round, the nipples still tight from the fresh work. She likes the feel of fabric sliding over the new curve, likes the way her nipples poke against it when she lets it drop. She walks to the bed, pulls a slim vibrator from the drawer, and turns it on. The first touch is between her thighs, just a whisper at first. Then she presses harder, legs spreading wider as the buzz finds her clit. Her free hand stays busy, squeezing one breast, thumb rolling over the nipple until it throbs. She slides the toy lower, parts her lips with two fingers, and lets the tip glide through the wetness. One slow push and it sinks inside. She fucks herself with it in short, steady strokes, hips lifting to meet each one. Her breath gets shorter. Her other hand never leaves her tits, kneading, pinching, keeping them alive with every tug. She comes with a low, throaty sound, thighs shaking around the toy, new breasts trembling with the force of it. When she pulls the vibrator free it’s slick and shiny. She smiles at her reflection, still flushed, still wet, already thinking about the next round.