Left alone in her room, Ophelia let out a bitter smile.
Her hands grabbed her top and pulled, the fabric riding up over her huge pale tits.
The garment caught just past her pink nipples, the white cotton biting into her soft skin, clearly unable to contain such volume.
A slight sway of her torso was enough to set her breasts trembling within the tight fabric, the heavy globes quivering for a long moment before settling slowly into place.
A sigh escaped her lips.
She walked toward the bed and let herself fall onto her back.
Her voluptuous body bounced against the soft mattress, her enormous tits quaking from the impact before finally settling against her chest.
The fine silk of the bedding molded itself to her delicate back and the protruding curve of her hips.
Her fingers untied her black hair, the dark strands spilling loose before her head sank into the cool softness of a pillow.
