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The hot water cascaded over my skin like a much-needed embrace after another endless morning on the ITV sofa. God, what a day, smiling through the scripts, bantering with co-hosts, all while my body hummed with that constant, insistent ache I could never quite ignore. I’m the one they see all polished and professional at dawn, but right now, in the privacy of my steamy bathroom, I was just a slightly curvy Indian woman with needs that wouldn’t wait another second.

I peeled off my blouse and skirt, letting my heavy breasts spill free. They’re massive, always have been, full and soft with dark, sensitive nipples that tighten at the slightest touch. My belly has that gentle curve I’ve learned to love, the kind that makes my hips sway when I walk. I stepped under the spray, the water tracing warm rivulets down my neck, between my tits, and over the soft swell of my stomach before reaching the dark, neatly trimmed patch between my thighs.

I sighed, leaning back against the cool tiles as the heat soaked into my muscles. The long day had left me wired, my sex drive buzzing like static under my skin. I’d been wet for hours, that familiar slickness building during the commercial breaks while I crossed and uncrossed my legs. No time to do anything about it then. But now… now I could.

My hands slid up to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. A soft moan escaped my lips, echoing off the shower walls. “Fuck, yes,” I whispered, giving them a firm squeeze. They felt so heavy in my palms, so sensitive. I pinched one nipple, rolling it between my fingers, and felt a fresh gush of arousal trickle down my inner thigh, mixing with the water.

I let one hand trail lower, over the curve of my belly, until my fingertips brushed my swollen lips. I was soaked, my quim already puffy and slick with juice. I parted my folds with two fingers, finding my clit throbbing and eager. Slow circles at first, teasing myself, picturing strong hands down there instead of my own. My breath quickened. I pressed harder, rubbing faster, dipping two fingers inside my tight heat to gather more of that creamy wetness.

The pleasure built quickly, as it always does with me. I braced one foot on the edge of the tub, opening myself wider. Water streamed over my clit as I fucked myself with my fingers, deep, rhythmic strokes that made my massive tits bounce with every thrust. “Ohhh… just like that,” I gasped, my voice husky. My other hand kneaded a breast, tugging the nipple hard. The dual sensations sent sparks straight to my core.

I was close already. My sex drive meant I would come fast and hard when I let go. I curled my fingers inside, hitting that perfect spot while my thumb worked my clit in tight, frantic circles. My thighs trembled. The tension coiled tighter, hotter, until it snapped.

“Fuck, yes!” I cried out as the orgasm crashed over me. My walls clenched around my fingers, pulsing in strong waves. Thick, warm quim juice coated my hand, slicker than the shower water. I kept rubbing through it, riding every shudder, my massive chest heaving as I moaned loud enough for the neighbours to hear, if they were listening.

When the last ripples faded, I slid my fingers out slowly, glistening with my own cream. I brought them up to my mouth, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. The scent of my arousal was musky and sweet. I licked them clean, one by one, savouring the tangy taste of my quim juice on my tongue. I sucked the digits deep, imagining it was someone else’s cock I was cleaning after they’d made me come.

“Mmm,” I hummed, a lazy smile spreading across my face as I rinsed off. The shower had done its job, and then some. Another long day tomorrow, but tonight, I’d sleep like a woman who’d taken exactly what she needed.

I lay in my king-sized bed, the sheets already tangled around my thick thighs, my skin still flushed from the shower. The orgasm in the bathroom had taken the edge off, but it wasn’t nearly enough. My sex drive was raging tonight. My pussy throbbed again, slick and needy, and even my arsehole twitched with that deep, dirty craving for attention. I needed more than my fingers. I needed to be filled, licked and fucked.

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