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Wicke looked in the mirror for the tenth time in as many seconds, making sure her dark purple was just perfect. She adjusted her glasses with a frown as she looked herself up and down again. Anon was about to get back home and she didn't feel ready quite yet. She did a quick spin around while admiring her curves, but couldn't help that she felt she was rushing things. She had no doubt she was sexy as fuck wearing nothing but a simple white cooking apron with the word "Put a bun in THIS oven" on it in a deep red. She raised an eyebrow when he gave it to her, but accepted it all the same. It was nice and tight on her, though she didn't like that it couldn't hold all of her cleavage well, but she shrugged that off. Anon wouldn't raise any objections, she was sure. Her mind began to wander with thoughts of his hands on her again. Wicke closed her eyes and sat down on the edge of the bathtub, spreading her legs wide and flipping the bottom of the apron to the side. She rested her head on the wall as her left hand wandered between her juicy thighs, her right hand taking a firm grip of her left breast, slowly kneading it to a steady rhythm. His strong grip held her close to him firmly, his tender brushing of her nipples always sent her through loops. She placed several fingers into her mouth and sucked on them until they were nice and wet, and then ran them between her lips, curling them into her pussy every other stroke. She let out a quiet moan as she rolled her fingers in circles inside of herself, her thumb pressing into her clit. Her hips began to rock, and she sat up and rested her hand on the bathtub's side and hopped on top of it, rocking her hips back and forth and side to side on them.
Hope you don't mind it starting off with a little self-love.
