The contented horny wife

I felt so lewd, naked and spread out in the old chair secretly wishing someone were watching me masturbate. My hands caressed my thighs and legs.

Although I longed for the slender body I had when those pictures were taken, I was still what I considered attractive.

I turned to my favorite picture of Blake. He was in a pair of cutoff jeans with no shirt. He looked so sexy! My fingers slid over my wet lips. I was dripping now.

My clit was begging for some attention and I slid my wet fingers around and over it. I was moaning and moving my hips. My...