Finally some me time for her, pt 1

As she stood there an idea came to her mind

-"Maybe it's time for a shower?"

This concept emerged from the fact that she finally felt all this filth on her. As if: a herd of snails were crawling over her body; someone had poured gelatinous slime or mucus on her; as if she had been covered in extra dense syrup, but not as sweet; or had been covered in wax and it had hardened on her, forming squat thick layers on her skin and so on. She turned towards the stairs, wiggling her ass as usual and taking up 2/3 of their width with her monstrous hips, maybe even 3/4. As she climbed the stairs she could feel her usually supple, elastic skin not stretching properly when she moved, because of this vast layer rigidly clinging to it. She felt it most strongly on her dump truck and top model legs, where normally every little movement of hers would cause her meat to vibrate. She didn't connect the dots of course and...

-"I have to get under the shower quickly. I feel so silly and weird"

Finally she entered the bathroom, took a deep breath. She was happy, she loved her time in the bathroom because she loved taking care of herself here, being the embodiment of femininity. A large, neat, modern bathroom. She felt like a Disney princess in her palace. She put her phone by the sink. She took off her unintentionally skimpy bikini, strangely sticky and heavier as if heavily soaked in something. She put it aside and entered the shower and ran the water over herself. She usually took a cold shower in the morning and a hot shower or bath in the evenings (she liked it almost like boiling water), she had heard about the benefits of this routine. Anything to take care of her beauty.

– Mmmmm. Oh yes, finally. Ooooh...

The only one who knew about it was Mark, but Olivia always made sounds of pleasure while washing her. Whether it was moans, howls or purring like a pussy kitty. She was wiggling her body, waving her udders, bumping her buttocks against each other, and that loser of a husband of hers never thought of joining her. NEVER, like why not? ARGHHHH! Back to the story. Head up with closed eyes, warm water fell straight onto her and ran down her body. At first she let down, tousled her hair. She took a special shampoo for hair with the scent of coconuts, it doesn't matter what brand but it was fucking expensive. She applied it and started tousling it. When she was already satisfied with the state of soapiness of her hair. She took some other extra vagant body wash with the scent of cherry, put a lot on her hands and embraced her polished neck with her hands. She went lower, crossing her arms, taking her shoulders, went further circling her shoulder blades and neck. She withdrew her hands and took care of her chest, mainly her bust. She took the bottle and poured a large amount of it on them and then placed her hands on her watermelons, her right on the right hemisphere and her left on the left hemisphere. It was a beautiful contrast showing the difference between her small hands and the huge fatty tissue of her melons. Whenever she soaped her boobs she never knew if she had enough, after all there was so much to soap. She always enjoyed cleaning her milk containers, she never took it for something sensual, just enjoyable. After circular motions on her exposed parts around her nipples, she turned to the pocket dimension between them. She pulled the left balloon as far away from its twin as possible to soap the sternum area and inner sides of her tits. Then suddenly she let go

BOING!

Their collision always had such an effect in that wet meaty sound, and their elasticity made them bounce off each other and collide a few more times. Olivia just looked at it and waited for them to stop, as if it was something completely normal. Then vice versa pulling the left balloon and repeating the process of washing and clashing those celestial bodies. The next step is making fists with her hand and caressing the outer side of the boobs. She doesn't know why in the form of a caress but it seemed right to her. Soaping them, she squeezed them together, causing them to overlap one under the other, the other over the first and so on until she was satisfied. When she was once tightly squeezed them, pulled them towards herself, then strongly away from herself until her girls themselves did not let go of the pulling, returning to their rightful place, colliding with her. It was time to return the hand to under the breast. This place also had to be taken into special consideration. These were the only moments when she could really feel the sheer **** her 1 boob contain within, this mass, weight, size, elasticity, softness, density. She had all of this perfection to herself.

– Uff... time for them

She said to herself, taken aback. She looked at her nipples, which were even more radiant, puffy and protruding than usual. She put the product on her hands again, spread it on her fingertips and aimed for the target. As soon as she touched them, electricity again passed through her body, striking her brain directly. Blurry visions were manifesting, she was in the living room, sitting, something heavy was on her, a horrible smell, a disgusting taste on her tongue and wet piggish sucking and chewing sounds.

–"What's going on!"

She came back to reality, she was propped up against the wall of the cabin. Her face was glued to the wall of the cabin, flattening her cheek sweetly. Her vision sharpened and she had to hide her extended salivating tongue. She did ahegao again. She felt that clamp on her teats then, her fingers were pinned on them. Her fingertips were crushing the very nipple, and her nails were digging deep into the areola. As soon as she loosened her fingers and let go she let out a loud moan of pain and relief at the same time.

– What am I, a masochist? - she was angry at herself - this way this swelling never ceases because of me

She completely rejected the fact of her visions. This is her time for herself. With her left hand she went around her entire right arm, lengthwise and widthwise, then the same with the other arm. A new portion of shampoo and crossed her upper limbs with the intention of washing her armpits. Her huge udders always got in the way of smooth access to them. The only solution was to prop her udders up with her forearms, which also had the effect of squeezing them together. These were the only moments when she could really feel the sheer **** of her kaiju rack contain within, that mass, weight, size... what I gave earlier but times 2. Cleaning her smooth, hairless armpits always caused her unmissable spheres to involuntarily jump. When she finished with the fetish spot of some, she didn't uncross her arms, but began to go lower along her body. Now she was about to tackle the lower parts.