Mom's Fingered Delight

The house is still, the only sound the soft rustling of her skirt as she sits on the couch, legs slightly parted. Her fingers, manicured and inviting, trace the curve of her neck, down her chest, pausing at the swell of her breasts before continuing their descent. She bites her lip, eyes closed, as her hand slips beneath her clothing, fingers finding their way to her warmth, stroking and circling, bringing herself to a quiet, intense climax.

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