The sun went to sleep,darkness fell upon the place,silence stretched it hands on the village.
The bustling and hustling niose were nowhere to be found at this hour.
Seraphina sat on her bed naked with her suppressed form deactivated.
You could see her Exxagerated figure espesially her juggling breast sinking the innocent poor bed. her breast having become more bigger and rounder but still showing no sign of falling,it stood tall on top of her chest like a mountain. Her buttocks has also grown much bigger,maybe the same size as her breast.
it is round and firm like an art,a walking work of art. If she were to walk out like this, her but will be a magnet drawing the eyes of the men behind while her boobs will draw those infront.
She her index finger in and out of her pussy with desperate measures.
if someone were to be there watching, he/she would have seen nothing but blurred fingered carresing the pussy.
she was breathing heavily with her mouth wide open, breast heaving up and down and the poor bead creaking with so much noise that you wonder how the hell it is still not breaking.
She had set up a noise preventing array in her room earlier or else the whole village would have been awakened by the creaking of the bed by now.
Seraphina's finger moved like a storm, plunging in and out of her dripping pussy with such desperate speed that the air around her thighs hummed. But she was careful—oh so careful—not to go too deep, not to tear that precious hyming that marked her as pure,she now had controll over her own body so she knew what she should do so that she would not break her hymen.
Her finger stayed shallow, teasing the slick folds, circling the swollen entrance, rubbing hard against that throbbing little nub at the top that sent fireworks through her whole body. No breaking, no real penetration, just frantic, needy strokes that made her juices flow like a river, soaking the sheets beneath her massive buttocks.
The bed creaked louder now, groaning under the weight of her exaggerated curves as she bucked her hips up and down. Those juggling breasts bounced wildly, slapping against her chest with wet smacks, nipples hard as diamonds pointing straight up to the ceiling. They were so big, so round, like overripe fruits ready to burst, heaving with every heavy breath she took. Her mouth stayed wide open, tongue lolling out, drool trickling down her chin as moans escaped her throat—deep, guttural sounds that the noise-preventing array swallowed whole. Good thing she set it up, or the whole village would hear her crying out in ecstasy, waking farmers and guards alike.
Sweat glistened on her skin, making her body shine in the faint moonlight slipping through the curtains. Her free hand grabbed one of those massive boobs, squeezing it hard, fingers sinking into the soft flesh that overflowed her palm. She pinched the nipple, twisting it roughly, sending jolts straight to her aching pussy. "Ahh... oh gods... yes..." she whispered to herself, voice husky and broken, hips grinding against her hand faster. The room smelled of her arousal, thick and musky, filling the air like incense.
She rolled onto her side now, the bed protesting even more, springs screaming as her huge buttocks clenched and released. One leg hooked over the edge, spreading herself wider, giving her finger better access to that slick, puffy slit. No deeper, she reminded herself—hyming intact, always intact. Instead, she added a second finger, but only to rub the outer lips, spreading the wetness up to her clit, flicking it back and forth in blurred motions. Her body trembled, thighs quivering like leaves in wind, as waves of pleasure built higher and higher.
Memories flashed in her mind—stolen glances at the village men during the day, their strong arms, bulging crotches under trousers. But none had touched her, none ever would until she chose. This was her secret, her release, in the safety of her own room. Suppressed form off, she was free to be this voluptuous goddess, curves exaggerated by whatever magic coursed through her veins. Those breasts, bigger than heads, jiggled endlessly as she humped her hand, buttocks slapping against the mattress with each thrust.
Faster now, desperate measures turning frantic. She shoved three fingers together, but flat against her mound, grinding the heel of her palm into her clit while the tips teased the entrance—shallow, always shallow. Juices squirted out in little spurts, wetting her thighs, pooling under her ass. The creaking bed sounded like it might collapse any second, but the array held the noise in, trapping her symphony of lust inside these four walls.
Her breaths came in pants, chest rising and falling like ocean waves, those tall mountains of boobs defying gravity, bouncing hypnotically. She imagined eyes on her—village boys peeking through a crack, mesmerized by her walking work of art body writhing alone. But no, this was hers only. Safe. Private. No breaking hyming.
The climax hit like thunder. Her back arched off the bed, toes curling, mouth open in a silent scream as her pussy clenched around nothing, waves crashing through her. Juices gushed out, soaking everything, body shaking violently. Breasts heaved wildly, nipples aching from her rough kneading. She rode it out, finger slowing but still circling that sensitive clit, drawing out every last tremor.
But one wasn't enough. Not tonight. The fire still burned. Panting, she flipped onto her stomach, massive buttocks rising like twin hills, cheeks spreading naturally to expose her glistening pussy from behind. The bed sank deeper under her weight, poor innocent thing abused by her curves. She reached back, hand slipping between those firm, round globes, fingers finding her slit again. Rubbing from this angle felt different—deeper pressure on the clit, teasing the back of her entrance without pushing in.
She humped the mattress now, grinding her front against the soaked sheets while fingers worked from behind. Boobs squished beneath her, spilling out to the sides, nipples dragging deliciously against the fabric. Hips rolled in circles, buttocks jiggling with each motion, like ripples on water. Faster, harder—creaks turning to rhythmic thumps, array working overtime to silence it all.
Another build-up, quicker this time. She buried her face in the pillow, biting it to muffle cries, body slick with sweat. Fingers blurred again, rubbing, circling, pressing. Climax two exploded, stronger, making her squirt harder, thighs clamping around her hand as stars burst behind her eyes.
Still not sated. She sat up, legs spread wide, back against the headboard. Both hands now—one on a breast, mauling it roughly, the other diving between her legs. Four fingers splayed over her pussy, rubbing the whole mound in frantic circles. Clit throbbed under the pressure, entrance fluttering but untouched inside. Breasts juggled in her grip, milked like udders, nipples pulled long.
The third orgasm built slow, teasing, until it shattered her. Body convulsed, bed nearly buckling, juices flooding out in a torrent. She collapsed back, chest heaving, room spinning.
Finally spent, Seraphina lay there, fingers trailing lazily over her sensitive folds, no more urgency. Moonlight bathed her exaggerated form—breasts rising and falling slowly now, buttocks spread comfortably on the ruined sheets. The array hummed faintly, keeping her secrets safe. Village slept on, unaware of the storm in her room.
She smiled weakly, suppressing her form again soon, but for now, basking in the afterglow. Pure, hyming intact, pleasure all her own. Tomorrow, the bustle would return, but tonight... tonight was perfect.