Breast Expansion Video Novels & Stories

I kept watching. Another video. This time the woman was lying on her back, legs spread wide. The man was between her thighs, pushing his big, hard penis deep inside her. She was moaning loudly, her breasts bouncing every time he thrust. “Fuck me harder,” she begged. The man groaned and moved faster, sweat shining on his muscles.

Jennifer beamed at the older woman's words of encouragement and approval. The older woman then tilted her head, as if in deep consideration, before she reached to her side and unclasped her corset, letting it fall away. The young girl gasped softly, as her surrogate mother now stood before her with her large breasts exposed. Linda smirked, as she said, "Now, it's time you learned about the next technique you need to learn is the proper stimulation of a woman's breasts. Here, touch mommy's big tits."

I reached for the phone with wet hands, water streaming down my arms, and opened the message. It was a video. Longer this time. I pressed play. The screen filled with her — no face, just the body I knew better than my own. She was on her back, legs spread wide, the camera angled perfectly. Her fingers slid through glistening folds, then pushed inside slowly, deliberately. She fucked herself with deep, rolling strokes, hips lifting off the bed, thighs trembling. Then she switched to the toy — thick, close to my size — sliding it in inch by inch while her back arched. The video went on. She didn’t rush. She showed everything: the way she curled her fingers, the way she circled her clit, the wa

James found himself now searching the p**n site for an interesting video. He discovered one about a large-breasted realtor showing a client an expensive home. The scene didn't take long to get to the sex and now the couple in the video were fucking in the living room. It had been a while since James had masturbated, and he found himself rock hard in a matter of seconds.

“So I’m making you a new video.” I drag my finger down my neck, carefully following it with the camera, to cup my left breast. The white fabric is almost see-through. “I bought this just for you.” I tug it to the side, baring my breast, and let my fingers linger on my nipple. “I hope you like it.”

A solution to this problem. Apparently if you regularly had your breasts thoroughly massaged at their developing age by a man, your breasts will flourish and turn plumper with each massage. That was the secret to getting nice, thick breasts. To have a boy regularly work on them. The girls listened spell bounded. Finally a secret way verified by older women! It must be true! But to their dismay, there was no boy present there. So the girls decided to do the next best thing. To try and help each other grow during this shower. One girl sneaked up behind Jane and unhooked her bra. Jane gasped and held her bra against her naked frail breasts. She was too shy to let them see. But the girls insiste

they spill from your hands. At 34 DD, I think they are too large for my frame, and the nipples are rather small, but you love them. You start from the sides and move toward to nipples, pushing them together. "Just imagine how much bigger they are going to get when you have my baby inside of you," you whisper to me. "These will be so hard and tight like a drum, and your nipples will be so dark. I can't wait to watch your milk flow out of these lovely nipples. You'll be my little fountain." You begin to pull harder on my nipples, elongating them, as if you are milking me and milk is spraying out right now. You will milk me when the time comes. You have told me that. You want to keep my tits f

I clicked on a video of a busty brunette in her late forties fucking her young neighbor. I pushed my shorts down and wrapped my hand around my cock. I was already leaking precum. The woman in the video had big soft tits and a juicy ass. I stroked myself slowly at first, squeezing the base, imagining it was Gwen’s pussy instead. “Fuck…” I muttered, eyes glued to the screen.

Feminine hygiene, moisturizers, soaps… all that stuff. I tap the screen, bringing up her video feed. Eighteen videos. Three hundred and fifteen followers. I watched it all last night. In one, she opens a bottle of lotion and pours some into her soft hands. She smiles into the camera and speaks gently, explaining why this is her favorite moisturizer. Then the cream slips from her grip and bounces between her breasts. She looks up and laughs. “Oops!” A chuckle rumbles in my chest and escapes my lips before I could stop it.

Poppy. Before I could open my mouth, my husband grabbed the remote and turned on the large TV mounted on the wall. The screen lit up with crystal-clear, high-definition footage. On it, the door to the bathroom opens and Brenda very seductively walks out. She was now out of her dress and her long brown hair was down. She wore a black corset that really highlights her curvy flesh. The video clearly showed the tops of her black silk stockings being held by a garter to her corset.