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Transit, 45
🕑 Added 2024-12-12 22:55:56 +0000 UTCLori stepped into the cascade of the shower, the hot water streaming down her body, a blissful escape from the madness that had overtaken her life. The steady rhythm of droplets pounded against her skin, easing the tension in her shoulders, washing away the remnants of her frustrations. The air around her was thick with steam, a warm cocoon where the world outside her bathroom ceased to exist. Her platinum blonde hair clung to her back, slick and shimmering as if she'd stepped out of some sensual dream.
She tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face, down her chest, and over the lush curves she was still struggling to accept. Her hands smoothed over her wet skin, tracing the contour of her enhanced figure—the heavy, exaggerated fullness of her breasts, the dip of her waist, and the softness of her thighs. Every inch of her body felt hyper-real under the touch of the water and her fingertips.
She sighed, leaning against the cool tiles as her fingers wandered absentmindedly, gliding across her abdomen, her breath slowing, becoming deliberate. Her movements felt more instinctual than conscious, a response to the pent-up energy thrumming beneath her skin. A soft moan escaped her lips, surprising her, and she bit her lower lip, the sound still echoing in the humid air.
Her hand drifted lower, exploring with hesitant strokes that quickly turned into confident caresses. The sensation was electric, sending waves of warmth coursing through her. Lori's eyes fluttered shut, her head lolling back against the shower wall as her other hand came up to toy with the water-slicked curve of her breast, her thumb grazing over her hardened nipple. Her breath hitched, turning into a low, unfiltered moan that filled the space.
In the haze of pleasure, her fingers brushed against the base of the plug nestled where she'd almost forgotten it. A pulse of heat coursed through her, and she stilled for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She let her fingers linger there, her breath quickening, her curiosity overtaking any hesitation.
Slowly, carefully, she began to withdraw it, the sensation both strange and intoxicating. A low, guttural groan escaped her lips as the plug slipped free, her body clenching instinctively. She held it up, the glistening silver reflecting the soft light of the bathroom. The jeweled base sparkled, a playful, almost mocking contrast to the raw heat pooling in her belly.
"Fuck, what am I even doing?" she murmured, though her tone carried no real conviction, just the breathless wonder of someone completely immersed in the moment. Her fingers tightened around the plug as she stared at it, the reality of her situation momentarily suspended in the steam-filled air.
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King Death
It would be super nice after she finished her shower if she said " I need a cigarette after that " and with out even thinking about she goes into her purse and brings out a pack of MORE 120's which only a few remain, she lights it without thinking and inhaling deeply and exhale very slowly and savouring the smoke, then she realize's what am I doing I don't smoke, she see's her purse with her belonging's and concludes it's my purse with with my stuff so I guess I do smoke and she carries on doing so with the smoke enveloping, swirling, wafting, caressing massaging her body.
