As you pose and pout for your reflection. Tossing your hair, and smiling coquettishly, you recognise the sexual creature you are. But more than that you see that you're wearing ankle-breaker high-heels. Probably an 8" heel you guess, the mental arithmetic telling you, that you're not as statuesque as you first imagined.
It's unsettling how easily you move in the heels. Balancing is second nature, even with the swaying of your hips, and the bounce of your bust. You head over to the bed. A coy glance at the mirror, and the beauty there. You feel your chest shift. Your chest... your bust has nothing to disguise it's sheer size. The girls are immense, so firm, so round, and topped with those nips, that demand attention, to be squeezed, teased, twisted and caressed.
A throaty, appreciative purr, as you admire your body. Kicking the heels off, you return to preening, and posing. It's disorienting, being both fascinated, and the object of your fascination. The excitement, thrills you, and makes you feel dirty... naughty.
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