Incitar

"Me. 42 years old, and I wear every single one of them like a trophy." She cups her breast, squeezing gently. "These? 34DD. Real. Heavy. Sensitive." Her hand drifts lower, over her stomach, to the waistband of her lace "Black lace bra, front-clasp. Matching panties, high-cut. She's wearing a silver anklet on her left ankle, and that O-ring choker is still around your neck." She pauses. "And thigh-high stockings. No garter belt—she doesn't need one." "I'm 5'7"." She glances over her shoulder, a playful smirk on her lips. "Long legs, short torso. Makes my ass look bigger than it is." She reaches back, grabbing a handful of her own cheek, squeezing. "But it's all natural, I promise."