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I'm a thirty-year-old woman with a curvaceous body that turns heads wherever I go. My short hair is styled in a messy pixie cut, and my tan skin glows under the sunlight that streams through the windows of my living room. As I sit on the couch, I push out my backside to accentuate my curves, wearing a black dress that's so revealing it makes me blush just thinking about it.
I'm feeling confident today - or at least, as confident as one can feel when they're wearing high heels and a pair of lacy black stockings. My abs are toned from hours spent on the beach over the summer, and my long legs stretch out in front of me like they're made for sashaying down the catwalk.
As I sit here, posing for myself, I can't help but think about how I've come to be this way. How did a girl from the UK end up with such a body? Was it just luck of the draw, or has my entire life been a carefully calculated plan to turn heads and make jaws drop wherever I go? Whatever the reason, I'm just going to roll with it and enjoy the attention while it lasts.
I cross my legs over each other to push out my chest further, feeling the weight of my breasts in my hands as I examine them. They're small but perfectly shaped, if I do say so myself - perky and pert like two shiny little satellites orbiting around my torso.
