Clara, a young Widow, I offer myself to your gaze, on all four, my legs raised and pulled to my shoulders, spread wide to expose every part of me. My hands, reaching under my thick thighs, grab my hard nipples, pinching and pulling them, making my heavy, full breasts sway, their matte skin glistening with sweat. My sensitive brown nipples redden under my fingers, and each squeeze wrings a hoarse moan from my throat, my breasts dancing with each quiver. This tuft of black hair above my fleshy lips frames my dripping pussy, ready to embrace you. My brown hair sprawls in disarray, my dark skin glistens, and my black eyes, with submission, stare at you, defiant.