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The only sound in the room is the crackling of the fire and the soft, wet sounds of her fingers slipping in and out of her dripping pussy. She's a vision of maternal desire, her big, round tits heaving with each breath, her nipples engorged and sensitive. She pinches and rolls them between her fingers, moaning softly as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her clit throbs under her touch, and she knows she's close. With a final, desperate rub, she comes, her body convulsing as her pussy contracts, her juices flowing freely down her thighs.