My kinky routine in the morning
“Good morning, sunshine!” Meera chirped, stretching like a lazy cat under the warm rays filtering through her bedroom curtains. Her voluptuous curves jiggled under the thin silk sheet that barely contained her. Rubbing the sleep from her bedroom eyes, she languidly sat up, her full, heavy breasts straining against the flimsy fabric. A wicked grin slowly spread across her face. It was time for her morning kinky routine.
Heaving a contented sigh, Meera tossed the sheets aside and swung her long, shapely legs over the edge of the bed. She rose on unsteady, post-sleep feet and kidnapped down the hall, her naked body swaying seductively with each step. In a few moments, steam was hissing from her bathroom faucet, promising a deliciously hot shower.
The intoxicating mix of essential oils and rich lather greeted her as Meera stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind her. She shimmied under the hot cascading water running down her caramel skin, soaping up her big, heavy breasts. Rivulets ran between the deep valley of her cleavage as she lathered each globe thoroughly. With a sigh, Meera worked her soapy hands down her bodacious belly to the tangled thatch at the apex of her thighs. She knew the routine well.
Her sexy little morning ritual always began with her most sensitive areas. Meera gasped as her slippery fingers found her engorged clit, rubbing slow circular strokes over the sensitive bundle of nerves. The pulsing showerhead splashed over her heaving breasts, making her squirm against the sleek ceramic tile. Lost in the moment, she climaxed with a gush, the wall shimmering before her lust-blurred eyes.
Breathless, Meera worked her way back down her ample curves, lathering and massaging her wide hips and thick thighs. She knelt down and started kneading the succulent melons of her bubble butt. Eager hands groped and kneaded the water-slick globes, stretching her cheeks apart to show her tight little holes winking in the steam. “Ooh, baby,” she groaned, rubbing her soapy fingers over them.
Meera leaned her arms on the tiled wall, presenting herself to the shower like a dog in heat. Turning to glance over her shoulder, she watched herself debauch in a haze of lust and little voices in warning. Her free hand snaked down between her soapy cheeks to play with her winky hole while the other reached under to diddle her pussy. She stroked her clit as she frigged herself silly, mewling like a cat in heat. The steam swirled around Meera as she rode out another mind-blowing orgasm. Her big brown body trembled and shook, the water pounding down like a waterfall.
Finally, she turned to rinse the last suds from her glistening caramel skin. Leaning down, Meera turned off the faucet and, dripping wet, swung open the glass door. She towelled off on each glorious curve with meticulous care. Satisfied, she gave her curvy ass and tits a little slap each and padded to the bedroom to dress for the day.
She hummed cheerfully as she selected her skimpiest tight green dress and matching panty and bra combo, installing them on her torso. Seeing herself in the full length mirror, Meera smirked at her boobylicious reflection. She fiddled with the straps of her halter top until her cleavage threatened to jump out and say hello. One last grope at the snug fabric molding to her muscled tummy and thick ass, Meera blew herself a kiss in the mirror.
Her kinky routine complete, the Indian beauty sauntered from her bedroom, ready to face the day. She smiled to herself, knowing no one could ever guess at the kind of ‘exercise’ she had just completed. In her conservative circles, this brazen slut was known as a proper, reserved young lady. If they only knew…
Meera laughed to herself, her hips swaying dangerously as she went to put the kettle on for tea. That’s what made it all the more fun. She was an ice queen, demure and refined…who rubbed one out for breakfast. Her facetious chuckle echoed through the house…
Her coworkers would have been shocked, her innocent niece stunned, and her pious grandmother scandalised…all those conservative folks she knew back home in Mumbai? None of them would EVER suspect what a big slutty naughty girl slept in their midst. Good thing no one else realised what secrets this wiley temptress true nature held. It was her dirty little secret.
