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Her finger slips into the well of labia, rubbing her meaty lips. Settling back into her chair she joys herself.A woman sits at the desk in her bedroom, her slim frame held vertical as she analyzes. The mirror onto her desk emphasizing face and offers her glasses’ observer flashes. Boarded from her research, Zoey turns away in search of a break.Slowly she unlocks the very first few buttons of her top, granting down blouse views as the shape and form of her breasts become visible, nestled inside her bra.
