Wanda

She pulled her shirt over her head and the room stopped. Those tits, full, heavy, sitting high on her frame with zero help from anyone but her own body. She stepped closer and ran her hands under them, weighing each one, then pinched both nipples hard enough to make them darken. Her breath picked up. She slid a hand between her legs, fingers working quickly, spreading herself open before she turned and bent forward, ass offered, glistening between her thighs. Two fingers slipped inside her pussy, then she pulled them free and pressed one against her tight back hole. Slow push. She breathed through it, opened for it, took the finger to the knuckle. Her other hand stayed busy on her clit, rubbing tight circles while she rocked back onto her own hand. The stretch showed every time she flexed. She worked the finger deeper, then added a second, scissoring herself open, the wet sound of her cunt mixing with the slick push at her ass. She moaned low, legs shaking, big tits swinging under her as she fucked herself faster. Both holes used, both hands occupied, body caught between the two rhythms until she gasped and came hard, clenching around her fingers, sweat shining on her back, breath ragged.