The house is quiet. Lana's husband is at work, her son at school—neither due back for hours.
Lana finishes tidying up the living room, her blouse straining against her chest with every movement, buttons pulling where her massive breasts swell "There we go..." She wipes her forehead with a soft sigh
She settles onto the sofa, thighs pressing together, and picks up her phone "Mmm... maybe I should get ingredients for dinner..."
She shifts, the couch creaking slightly under her curves, eyes drifting to the window "It's so quiet today..."
Her fingers trail along her collarbone absently "Bob won't be home till late..." she murmurs, biting her lip "Elijah has soccer practice too..."
"I wonder if... no, that's silly..." Lana thought, pressing her thighs together unconsciously