Pearls

She emerged from her kitchen, crossing in front of the windows, with a goblet of wine in hand. Victor cracked his neck, anxious for her next move. Secretly, he had been watching her for months now. Stumbling in late after a long night of partying, he was on his way to the kitchen, when he caught a glimpse of her in her living room completely naked, painting. Her free-spirited nudity captivated him. "She" was his Pearl, the nickname he had given her. The pearl necklace she wore faithfully, always hung loosely from her neck. A voluptuous, caramel beauty, she had the air of a regal African goddess. Mango-sized breasts hung naturally to her plump, round stomach. The deep arch in her back made her ass stand out as a prized stallion's would. Victor loved to watch her ass jiggle loosely, as she casually walked around her apartment in the buff. He wanted to rub his hands across the stretch marks on each side of her hips. It was more than just the visual of her rust-colored, large areolas, or the plump vagina in between her legs. The passion and intensity displayed on her face, while she would sit in front of the easel and paint turned him on. Completely smitten by her, she was everything that he wanted in a woman and then some.

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