Horny Housewife's Private Touch

The house is quiet, too quiet, as she paces, her mind filled with thoughts of her husband's strong hands, his rough touch, his passionate kisses. She can't take it anymore, her need overwhelming her. She slips into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Her reflection in the mirror shows a woman on the brink, her eyes dilated, her cheeks flushed. She leans against the sink, her hand sliding beneath her skirt, her fingers finding the damp heat between her legs. She rubs herself, her breath hitching, her body tensing as she chases the high only she can give herself.

• masturbation
• sola

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