Brittney Griner Chest Novels & Stories

~~~~~ *Few Minutes before the Attack* Brittany walked into the restroom after the drink had stained her. She washed her hands and tried taking off the blouse. Fortunately, she was having another shirt beneath, which wasn’t stained. She needed that for the next mission, whereas the guy in haste had managed to make her first mission come to a halt. She wouldn’t be going out as a journalist, dressed in just some simple shirt with mini short, that’s impossible. She still needed her dress

I resist the edge to readjust. I shake my head and try to focus back on our mate. But that just makes me check her out. Her body is slender but toned. She has to be close to 5'11" because she reaches our shoulders. Her breasts aren't small, but they aren't huge either. I would bet anything that my earlier guess of C cups is correct. And it's all-natural because currrennnttlllyyy she has no bra on. Their perky plumpness is all-natural. My penis twitches, and Eros howls with lust.

Brittney whispered, clutching her water bottle. “Trouble,” someone murmured back, awestruck. “He’s hot as sin,” said a girl near the front. “Like, look at that jawline. And the scars? God.” “Those aren’t scars,” another one corrected. “They’re hickeys. Bruises.” “Who even gets hickeys like that in real life?” Avery asked with a scoff, though her voice held more thirst than judgment. “Someone who f*cks,” Brittney said bluntly.

I look up to find Brynlee standing in the doorway, and my breath catches completely. She's wearing the black lace lingerie I bought her for our second anniversary, the set that's been tucked away in her drawer since her rescue. The bra is a slip of nothing, a black wisp veined with silver thread that somehow both accentuates and elevates, pushing her already demanding chest up and together so the round curves threaten to spill out with every breath. The cups are sheer enough that the dusky pink of her nipples is visible—or would be, if she hadn't crossed her arms loosely beneath them, pushing the cleavage tight, her chin tucked down as if shy, though the flush in her cheeks and the deliberat

While we were heading to the bus stop, Suddenly heavy rain started falling and drenched us completely. Christine was wearing a pure white top and a black bralette underneath and a blue skirt; she was looking as if she only had the black bralette on her upper body. Since she has a nice set of 38 inches of boobs, so her deep cleavage was clearly visible. Her nipples had hardened and were poking through the bra and when I saw that my slumbering soldier was so agitated to give her a grand salute but I controlled myself and my soldier. It was so hard to look away and thinking about something else to calm down.

She wondered, dazed by lust. Two flawless B cup breasts stared back at Whitney, perky and pierced with identical silver rings. Her flat stomach had a few beauty marks by the navel. Various tattoos became visible, and Whitney made a mental note to ask for the backstory for each and every one. Hollis kept her boxer shorts on until the brunette had removed her light pink lace panties.

A heavy, exhausted sigh escaped my lips as I reached for the thick, restrictive elastic chest binder resting on the edge of the mattress, my stomach churning with a familiar, sickening dread. Wrapping the heavy medical-grade elastic around my torso was an agonizing daily ritual, a painful necessity that violently compressed my ribcage and made drawing a full, deep breath feel absolutely impossible. I pulled the rough fabric tight, wincing as the coarse material dug sharply into the tender, bruised skin beneath my arms, ensuring that absolutely no trace of my natural, feminine figure could possibly be detected by anyone at the college.

I'm ashamed I was stuttering like one of those girls who fall at his feet. "I'm removing the drenched shirt?" He looked at me confused until his eyes fixed on my widened eyes. His lips quirk and he lets out a low chuckle. "Have you never seen the bare chest of a guy before Bella?" Does the porn videos Gwen forced me to watch count? Of course it does, it's still a chest even though it's through a screen. So I nodded. " I have. You.....just caught me off guard.....that is all."

Christine's long graceful fingers lightly slid up a few inches higher to squeeze Brigitte's boobs on the full. "Oh, Sir," she moaned, "they're so firm and fat. Why don't I get them out for you?" Brigitte's grin was huge as her friend stood back and deftly unclipped her bra. Brigitte held it on for a brief tantalising moment before she slipped it off, allowing her hands to drop and reveal the full magnificence of her chest.

Ch-37 WARNING!!!!! Mature Content Ahead!!! PEOPLE UNDER 18 ARE STRICTLY WARNED WHILE OTHERS READ AT THEIR OWN RISK!!! Moving his lips upwards, Austin unhooks Abigail’s bra, spilling out her assets. Unlike skinny girls, she wasn’t the skinny type. She was kind of chubby yet she was curvy. Like many women, she doesn’t have small breasts but big ones. She even cried for having big breasts. She wished that she could squeeze her breasts and turn them small but what she could do? Her geans gifted her with big breasts and a curvy body. She was chubby but that doesn’t mean fat. Just that she has the right shape for her body type.