Breast Expansion Video Novels & Stories

And as she did this motion, she advanced to the next picture on her presentation, really making sure I understood what the next part of her presentation would center on. Bre*sts. Lisa Warden's bre*sts were blown up on the far wall, an enlarged version of the vision I was seeing in front of me. The picture showed her bre*sts barely contained in a black bra, similar in style to the red one she was wearing now. She was using her arms to force her fleshy bre*sts outward, causing the bra to seem strained to the point of bursting. Her hard nipples were evident beneath the lace, jutting out, gagging for appreciation, and a warm, wet mouth.

I find the video I am looking for and open it up. "Okay, you guys. This isn't the sort of thing I normally do, but I'm testing new content, so we'll see how you guys feel about this. Hit me up if you like it!" She's lying in bed on her back, the camera suspended above her. She's visible from the waist up, with no top on. Again... her breasts are just unbelievable. A whirring sound starts up and she winks at the camera playfully. "I'm going to make myself cum for you. I have no idea what I look like when I cum, so I hope it's not weird." She giggles.

Although I didn't understand what it was, I still obediently lay on the bed and let them unbutton my clothes. “Your Highness, you can't wear this kind of underwear anymore. Men like big breasts, and if you want to please Sir Nuri Rodriguez, you have to take care of Your breasts.” To please Nuri Rodriguez? What does that have to do with the size of my breasts? Their big hands kept rubbing my breasts. I felt some pain, but I could only grit my teeth. “After the massage, your breasts will get bigger.” I wasn't sure if my breasts were getting bigger, but after their massage, my breasts started to tingle a little. I slipped my hand over my chest and a strange feeling came over me.

Just touched it. "Deeper, Maddison. All the way in." I pushed my finger deeper. As deep as I could. "Now add another." I added a second finger. The stretch making me gasp. "Yes. Just like that. Dig in. All the way in. I want to see those juices." I moved my fingers. In and out. In and out. My other hand was gripping the sheets. "Touch your breast. With your other hand." I moved my hand to my breast. Over my bra.

I say. "Tell me how." she says with a moan. "Dip your fingers in your pussy, get them wet, and bring them back to your clit, slowly rolling it around. Find the move that brings you the most pleasure." The woman in the video stripped her top, rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples. Carla whimpered in my arms, and I clenched my fists at my side, stopping them from joining her hand. The man on the video his eyes never leaving the woman pleasuring herself as he also strokes himself. Carla's hand moved with his, and when he groaned his release, she moaned with him, but she didn't come. She continued playing with herself.

I gasp as he switches to the other breast, "have a point of reference for this?" "You're not my first patient." His fingers work magic on my swollen flesh. "But you're the most responsive. Your body was made for this." He milks me for twenty minutes, filling a small container with the white liquid my body has produced. By the end, my breasts are softer, relieved, and I've soaked through my underwear without him touching me anywhere but my chest. "Same time in three days." He wipes his hands on a towel. "The production will increase rapidly now that we've initiated expression. You'll need relief more frequently."

You can literally see the unevenness around the tender skin, the thin solid bumps of my areola, like pimples… You can see how my breasts dip, too big that they sag down a bit, forming the most delicious paw-paw you’ll ever taste. “Fun fact about my breasts? Guess.” I tease myself and laugh, eyes on the camera, smooth hands on my chest as I let it freely glide down the path, peeling off the fabric, stripping my breasts for the camera, down to my nipples, till both tits are bare. “How they bounce.” I jump up a bit, merry, loving how my breasts bounce recklessly and slap themselves, loosen and bounce up and down. My nightie settles around my waist, useless.

he groaned, his voice rough. Encouraged, she wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking gently as her hand continued to pump the lower half. She took him deeper inch by inch, her mouth stretching to accommodate his girth. The videos had emphasized relaxation, so she breathed through her nose, hollowing her cheeks to create suction. Her tongue swirled underneath, pressing against the vein that pulsed along his length.

It's peepholes, so my breasts and pussy are free. I skip the picture and select a video. Standing with my back to it, I bend forward, ensuring my ass can be seen. Then I turn, my hand sliding down my body and grasping my breast. I grab the phone and bring it closer, showing him my hand moving down and between my legs. At that moment, I hit stop on the record button and send it. So, he can let his mind imagine what I am doing in here. Although I won't be doing anything. I laugh to myself as I make two neat piles.

His voice was filled with excited anticipation and she realized that torturing her oversized tits was possibly a bit of a fetish for him. Anxiety tinged with fear coursed through her at his words; based on her own experience that had already been rather rough. She was used to having the pain spread out over her body; never had anyone focused so singularly on her breasts, and they were still throbbing dully from the last beating. Chris picked up the first rubber band and stretched it over all his fingers, spreading them out as he picked up her breast by the tip and began to stretch the rubber band over her breast, rolling it to the base. Picking up another rubber band and her other breast he