Boob Grab Novels & Stories

Her body plastered against, mine as she moans with pleasures, when I groped her breast, on top of her clothes, roughly kneading them to all shapes, I grab a fistful of them, then released then grabbed hard and pulling them, stretching her boobs to it’s limit then, fondle them gently again. “Oh~…you like that…right Angela?….hmm……….you like it when I played with your breast like this…right?……Slurrp~..Hmm….I loved your scent~ Angela….it the scent of a bitch in heat…”.

I was always proud of my body, especially my ample breasts that stood proudly at 100 centimeters. My husband Graham used to worship them, but lately, he's been different. Unemployment has made him irritable and paranoid. I've tried to support him, but it seems nothing I do is enough. One night, I worked late at the office. As I walked through a dark alley on my way home, I was suddenly grabbed from behind. Strong hands groped my breasts roughly as I screamed. More men emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with lust as they tore at my clothes.

My breasts bounced as the bra fell. His eyes ate them up before his mouth did. He kissed my breast while using his hand to play with the other. I grabbed onto the door knob behind me as he began to suck on one of my n*pples while rolling the other one with his fingers. A moan left me as the pleasure began to build in my core. I could feel my cl*t begin to throb. I wanted, no I needed, him

he blurts out as he tears my blouse, exposing my breasts to him. Bomba grabbed one of my breasts in his large palms, kneading it and his other one was trying to pull my trouser down. I slap him across the face, clawing at the skin of his face. He becomes red and anger flashes in his eyes. "You bitch!" he grits out and he grabs my neck in his hand squeezing at my windpipe. Air shortens me and I start crying in pain. I claw at his hands but it doesn't change anything, my throat burns with heat.

He begun to suck my throat and rubbed my both boobs. He roamed his hand on my right boob and squeezed it harshly making my moan loudly.I clutched his head and pushed on my boobs and he nuzzled his face between between them.I shivered feeling his lips and closed my eyes. He bites my nipple and started sucking it to soothe the pain while his other hand was busy on my left side breast. He gave equal attention to my both boobs. He entwined our fingers and pulled me up in his lap as he sit sprawling himself.

Her big doe eyes held seductively onto his as she unclasped her bra, letting her boobs fall off in one split second. Drystan’s breath hitched. The hair on his skin prickled and he watched her nipples from the haze of his longing eyes. A vein in his arm twitched and he gritted. His hand itched instinctively with nagging urge to grip to grope those heavy boobs and bury his face against them. Rosealba reached for her panties before he could act.

He stood up and took off her blouse her sagged boobs came to view. "He touched my babies too?" He inquired grabbing her boobs, squeezing them in his hands.

But it seems to just give them more reason to hold my body. The guy who grabbed me, latches a hand to my breast. He squeezes hard and Drake runs his hand down my stomach and landing on top of my core. They both just start frantically touching me, anywhere their hands can touch. But that left my mouth open. I rear my head forward and bite down on the guy who grabbed my arm. I don’t let go and just dig in until I feel his skin peel off in my mouth and I spit it out onto the ground.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into him. Before I knew it, I climbed on him and sat on his lap, my legs straddling him. His hand reached the sleeve of my shirt. He dragged it down my shoulders and it slipped down my arms, everything fell to my waist. Next he reached for my bra and unhooked it. My boobs poured in front of him and he gasped. “You're so much fuller!" He exclaimed He didn't wait. He quickly grabbed my boobs and shoved it inside his mouth. He gripped one tightly in one hand, while his mouth took the other

How was he making me make these embarrassing sounds? “Your breast is just the right size for me. They fit so easily in my hand. Look at them two beautiful globes of white and all mine,” he said, grabbing one of my breasts. Releasing my hair from his other hand he let me see my breast as he used both his hands now to massage and grope my boobs that had been lewdly straining against the material to get free from its restraints.