Lonely mother handles herself
Title: “Confessions of a Lonely MILF”
It had been far too lengthy since Brianna had any form of intimate contact with one other particular person. Her husband had left her for a youthful lady a 12 months in the past, leaving her excessive and dry with two children to lift on her personal. While she liked her youngsters dearly, their want for fixed consideration left little time for Brianna to deal with her personal wants and wishes.
That all modified one wet afternoon when the children had been at their grandparents’ home for the weekend. With no duties and miles of empty time forward of her, Brianna lastly had an opportunity to bask in some much-needed self-care and TLC. As she lounged on the sofa in her plaid silk gown, sipping a glass of chardonnay, the wheels began handing over Brianna’s thoughts.
With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she slowly untied the sash of her gown, permitting the silky cloth to fall open. Brianna traced a finger alongside the sting of her lace-trimmed panties, feeling the wetness that had begun to pool there. She lifted her hips and slid the skimpy underwear down her toned legs, tossing them apart with a giggle.
Grabbing a aerosol can of whipped cream from the kitchen, Brianna squirted a beneficiant dollop onto her finger. She took a second to admire her voluptuous breasts as she circled her nipple with the candy cream. Using her free hand, she kneaded and massaged the tender flesh, relishing in every tingle of enjoyment that radiated from her delicate peak.
Brianna felt her pulse quicken as she continued her impromptu striptease, trailing the sticky cream down her flat abdomen and over her neatly-trimmed mound. Slipping a finger between her slick folds, she started to stroke and tease her aching clit, rolls of ecstasy crashing over her with every go.
Her head fell again towards the sofa cushions as she surrendered herself to the taboo thrill of pleasuring herself for the sheer delight of it. No children, no judgments, no inhibitions; solely the exacting calls for of her physique.
As the strain inside her constructed to an aching crescendo, Brianna plunged two fingers knuckle-deep into her letting out a guttural moan. Her again arched and her toes curled as a fierce climax overtook her senses, candy cream clinging to her heaving bosom.
In the afterglow, Brianna felt a deep sense of satisfaction wash over her. She could also be alone, however tonight she had made herself really feel good in all the fitting methods. From that afternoon ahead, she made a promise to herself to not neglect her personal pleasure and wishes. Every lonely evening deserved somewhat naughty indulgence
