Standing in front of the mirror. Completely naked and gazing at herself approvingly. Now she puts on the cream that keeps her face so pretty. She knows that she is pretty. Yes, Leora is happy to be a precious little princess. Naked, with her glowing, slim body. Not an inch of fat on her lithe figure. She smiles at her reflection and caresses her own soft skin.
Long, thin legs, slightly bowed. But so charming. She knows it. Her tiny breasts perky and firm. Just a tad pigeon-toed, but cute as hell. Tender pale skin. So young and sweet. Happy with her own long straight brown hair. Fluffing it now with her delicate fingers. Making herself pretty for Paul and for herself.
The dog is prancing about the room, barking now and then, wanting to play. She ignores him, still rubbing lotion into her skin, preparing for her morning. Now she walks over to the daybed and picks up the small camisole she will be wearing around the house. When it is down over her head covering her conical titties she steps into her tight thong panties that emphasize her round little buttocks. They are revealed as she walks quickly through the hall and then into the front room.
Her feet are covered with anklet socks as she passes by the large screen television that has been playing all night. It's always on but she ignores it, going over to the desk to play with her paints and brushes. It's time to create some pictures for her walls. She's proud of her talent and she wants Paul to be proud of her.
After some time, she glances at the tiny watch on her wrist. It's been over an hour. She's pleased with her work. Now she wants to play a little. The dog is scrambling to follow her as she goes back into the guest room, in front of the wall mirror, and looks at herself. She smiles and removes the top and bottoms she was wearing. Now her smooth pussy and her pert breasts are free again. For awhile.
The daybed is there, all made up and ready for her to lie down. But she is not ready for a nap yet. She sits down and leans back into the large pillows covering the quilt. Her thighs are so pale as she slowly strokes her skin, feeling the flush of arousal coming over her. Her right hand is now gently caressing her breasts, making the nipples stand up firmly like little penises. Yes, she is thinking of Paul's prick. She loves the way he uses it.
But Paul isn't here. He's gone to work and won't be home for hours. Leora is so horny. So needy. She needs to feel good. She wants to feel good. She deserves to be happy. Her other hand is running up her thigh and finding her little slit. Her wet slitty needing to be touched.
Her tiny fingers know just where to touch. She has done this so often. So often because Paul is always working. She needs to feel good. She wants that and she deserves it. Thinking of his cock before her she slowly drags a middle finger up her swollen pussy lips, testing the wetness. She is ready for more. Two fingers now enter her tight pussy and find the special spot inside. Up and inside where the nerves are so tender and tense and so fucking nice. Oh god, it's nice.