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Moira leaned back against the stone wall behind her, letting out a soft sigh as she squeezed her breasts harder. She loved this time of day, when the sun was setting and the room was filled with shadows and candlelight. It made her feel like a queen, or perhaps even a witch. Her eyes drifted closed, and she let herself get lost in the sensations of the moment, the feeling of the cool stone beneath her hands and the soft giving of her skin as she manipulated it.
She had always loved this castle, with its winding corridors and secret rooms. It was like a living, breathing creature, and she felt at home here in a way that she never did anywhere else. Perhaps it was because of the history that surrounded her, the stories of the women who had lived here before her.
Moira's eyes flickered open, and she smiled lazily as she gazed around the room. The candles cast shadows on the walls, making them seem to come alive. She could almost see the ghosts of the past dancing in the darkness, their whispers carried away on the wind. It was a magical place, one that she never wanted to leave.
As Moira continued to squint her eyes and squeeze her breasts harder, you can see her large natural boobs getting bigger and more rounder with every passing moment as cum drips out of her pussy and into a puddle on the floor beneath her.
