Brittney Griner Chest Novels & Stories

For some reason, the nerves invaded her even more, she took the dress out of the box completely, delighting at the beauty and delicacy that each piece of fabric possessed. It was a dark gray dress with sequins covering her chest and thighs, with a translucent touch on the back and chest area as well, you only had to see it to realize that you didn't have to wear a bra when you put it on. It was not too long, in fact, she doubted it would reach her knees.

What in the living fuck? “I'm assuming that the grenade bit was real. I can honestly say that you're the first patient that I've ever treated for an injury related to a grenade. I want to do some testing real quick to ensure that nothing serious is going on. It appears that the grenade's impact caused your chest to hit the Kevlar with such force that it caused blunt force trauma there.” The next twenty minutes was a blur of testing and examination. I was nearly banished from the area because I kept growling each time she was in pain. Apparently, Titan's aura was also suffocating.

But it was the woman who traipsed behind him who caught my attention. Britney. With the startlingly blonde hair that came from the mixture of chemicals in a bottle, she looked hard-faced and unpleasant, her lips thinning as she looked at me. Once she had been one of my husband’s favourite wh*res, I thought grimly Her clothes were inappropriate, to say the least. A fire engine red outfit with a sweetheart neckline and a built-in push-up bra with padded cups that made her breasts thrust out in an awkward way. The asymmetric high-low hem with visible boning details that add silhouette-defining structure and adjustable self-ties spaghetti straps in the back might have looked amazing on a younger

“And you can call me Grayson.” I nodded quickly, gripping his shirt tightly around me as I turned on my heel and fled back into my room. Once inside, I slammed the bathroom door behind me, my chest rising and falling as I pressed my burning face into my hands. Was I embarrassed? Or was it something else? Turning on the shower, I stepped under the warm spray, letting the water cascade over me. My fingers absently trailed over my collarbone, then lower. My breasts were full, firm—C cups, just enough to fill my hands but not enough to sag. Perfectly proportioned for my slim frame.

It was late when they got back to Grayson's apartment. After settling Brittany at Gage Johnson's penthouse and waiting with her while a doctor examined her injuries, Honey felt drained. The clock had ticked past 3 AM by the time they'd left. Brittany was physically fine, nothing broken, just bruising but the emotional damage ran deeper.

She responded with a low moan. His cock responded to this sound and he was instantly hard. He shook his head. Shit. He couldn’t feel like that right now. He then noted bandages on the nightstand and realized she had even taken off her wrap over her ribs. Cowboy was gonna be pissed. Greer turned her onto her back and sucked in a deep breath. Her large breasts were right there and of course, his eyes landed right on them. Round lush and satiny. Tan nipples that were erect. He licked his lips. Damn….

“I guess that’s one of the downsides of being too good-looking.” I almost rolled my eyes. Sure, he was a bit good-looking, but I had been with, and seen far better. Like that man Aislinn had brought with her last time. Now that was a catch! It was amusing how she hadn’t noticed him practically drooling over her. “You...u...u...” A strangled sound came from Britney, her face flushing with anger. She was trying to speak, but it was clear her body wouldn’t cooperate. Before Tony could react, I knelt beside her, gently taking her limp hands. “Don’t strain yourself, Mrs. Diesel. You probably just came from the hospital, and you need to rest. I promise I’ll take excellent care of you.”

Her chest heaved from her short breaths, making her tits bounce even more. The stimulation of her clit was enough to put Britney over the edge. Her cunt squeezed around my cock and she ground her hips down into me. I impaled her on my cock as much as she could, nearly pushing back against her cervix. "God, that's fucking it! I'm fucking cumming!" Britney announced. Her hand continued to move furiously over her clit as she let out extremely loud moans and profanities. Her whole body shook from head-to-toe, overcome with an intense and powerful orgasm.

She closes her eyes and lets out a groan to begin speaking, “What’s wrong? Why do I feel like they are holding my breasts, and what is this on my butt? “ Gina was dressed in a light blue dress, it was a miniskirt, and it was quite low-cut. He had a small leather jacket that covered his shoulders and arms. Moving her hair gently, she pulled her skirt a little to not show it too much. At the same time, she opened her eyes. She said, “It feels like a cock, but there is nothing” Gina threw a small slap in the air, saying, “I don’t feel anything, just the bulge between my buttocks and the hands that squeeze my breasts ”Releasing another moan as she closes her eyes and stretches her back. Then tak

She shoved the gear into park, kicked off her heels, and bolted barefoot into the house. Inside, the living room lights cast a warm glow over the plush couches and marble floor. Graciela, poised as always in her silk robe, sat sipping tea when Brittany stormed in like a thunderclap. “Good heavens,” Graciela exclaimed, rising in alarm. “Why are you bursting in like you’re being chased by the devil himself?” Brittany collapsed onto the couch, pressing a trembling hand to her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps. “Oh, Mom… I almost got into trouble.”