It Came From the Laundry Room
She reaches under the back of her T-shirt. Unbuckling her matching bra. She pulls the shoulder straps down her arms then reaches into her shirt, pulling her bra down and free. Tossing the double-D size item onto the kitchen counter. Her T-shirt just barely covered her nicely rounded ass. Threatening to offer a peek at her bald cunny with every step she took toward the giant windows that made up the outside wall of her apartment. She looks at her reflection for a moment. A slim, curvy woman...