I walked into the kitchen, my heart pounding with excitement. I had just come back from the farmer’s market with a bag full of fresh vegetables, but my mind was on something else entirely. Something much more sinful and pleasurable.
I set the bag down on the counter and took a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of desire coursing through my veins. Moreover, knowing what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to deny myself any longer.
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I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall to the floor as I revealed my ample cleavage. My giant milf tits were practically bursting out of my bra, begging to be set free. Slowly, I reached behind me and unhooked the clasp, feeling the weight of my breasts as they tumbled out.
I ran my hands over my soft skin, feeling the heat building between my legs. Of course, I knew I needed release, and I needed it now. Therefore, I reached for a cucumber from the bag, feeling its cool, smooth surface against my skin.
I closed my eyes and imagined it was someone else’s hand, touching me in all the right places. I moaned softly as I slid the cucumber between my breasts, feeling the sensation send shivers down my spine.
Besides, I couldn’t wait any longer. Suddenly, I pushed the vegetables aside and climbed up onto the counter, spreading my legs wide as I positioned myself for maximum pleasure.
I ran the cucumber over my swollen clit, feeling the wetness seeping through my panties.
Then, I closed my eyes and let out a low groan as I began to move the cucumber in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I could feel my body tensing, on the brink of ecstasy.
And then, with one final thrust, I let out a scream of pleasure as I reached the peak of my climax. My body shook with the force of it, my juices flowing freely as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
I collapsed back onto the counter, panting and spent. I opened my eyes and looked down at the mess I had made, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. Although, I may be older, I still knew how to satisfy my cravings.
As I cleaned up the kitchen, a sly smile played on my lips. Who knew that a simple trip to the farmer’s market could lead to such deliciously naughty fun? And I couldn’t wait to do it all over again.
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