Emma Watson Boob Size Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes. “He didn’t seem to have a problem with my size when he was feeling me up,” I whisper, as I look down at my toes. They’re chubby and short, but I feel like they’re cute. My thighs are clearly strong, muscular. My boobs are full, tons of bounce to them. I have an adorable little nose and killer hair. All of me is cute damn it! Atlas gives an obvious nervous laugh, as someone comes in with a tray of tea, sets it on a table and walks out without even looking our way. As if they’re trained.

I reach down, still looking at Mom, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her. I hadn't seen Mom naked in at least a decade, and I don't remember her looking so good, but I know I wasn't paying attention then either. Mom's mature beauty is stunning. Her semi-petite frame at 5'5" tall, all wrapped in a tight package of obviously toned and sculpted body, is perfect. Her breasts sat high and untouched by gravity and age. I guessed them to be about 36C like Gretchen's are. Her waist is trim, sloping into a shapely set of mature hips. The whole effect gave me the beginnings of an erection.

Tucker’s P.O.V Amber was 21-years-old when we met. She was a petite and beautiful Native American with light brown skin. Her 5’5”, 110 pound, body was crowned with a silky dark brown mane of straight hair that reached halfway down her slender back. Her dark brown eyes were captivating, as were her breasts. Her tits were small but very firm. They needed no support from a bra. Therefore, Amber seldom wore one. Without a bra, her soft nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.

"My hands can't even cover them." I flinched. I watched as Mom threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. "So good. Leo, suck them." She thrust her white breasts forward, offering her chest to her mate's lips. Her mate sucked one side and he moved to the other, while his palms slapped her full breasts. Mom was an E-cup, full, womanly, and voluptuous. My hands instinctively went to my own chest. I looked down at my breasts. They were small. B-cups. Perky, yes, but they looked like a teenager's body compared to hers.

Amber moaned softly, pressing the crotch of her sister’s panties firmly to his nose. “Oh, wow!” Tate gasped, breathing in the strong, intoxicating feminine scent. “Her and I have the same bra size,” the mother revealed, dropping both of their massive bras over his face. “We both wear 38J-cup bras, darling. Feel how soft they are.” She rubbed the silky cups all over his wonder-struck face. “Our big, heavy tits have been stuffed inside these cups all day, baby. All that warm, heavy flesh pushing and heaving against the fabric.”

He deepened the kiss, his hands traveling to her chest as he fondled her boobs. "Fuck!!!" Amber moaned when she felt him pinched her boobs through her clothes. Damon finally pulled from the kiss and freed his hands from her boobs. He stared at her for one long second before reaching for her shirt and pulling it over her body. Damon's breath hitched when he saw the way her boobs were moving up and down as she struggled to catch her breathe. He didn't know if it was because she had given birth, but her boobs were much fuller now than compare to the past.

Elizabeth also loved her long, wavy hair that came down to her waist. She was slim from exercise, and she had to keep fit for her fans. The muscles in his back and abdomen were especially toned. She liked a flat stomach and a strong back to avoid pain from her c-cup breasts. Elizabeth had medium nipples with haloes that were perfect circles at the tips of her breasts. One of her favorite features was a small mole on her right buttock. Her waist is small, her buttocks were upright and firm. She chose a fairly simple set of underwear. It was light green with no prints and soft fabric. Some of her fans like her sexy photos that were stealthily taken in public areas but, Elizabeth had no plans t

So she worked the buttons of her shirt and slid it over her shoulder. " Damn," Ethan muttered, looking her up and down with a hungry look. Yeah, she had large boobs, something she had gotten from her mom. And seeing them in her white lacy bra must have been quite the sight. She counted the time down to a minute before she was putting her shirt back on. She ignored Ethan's complaints about how unfair she was being not letting them admire her for longer. Lisa felt like throwing up, thanks to the glass of scotch she had emptied. " I need to pee "

She took a sip of wine to try to suppress her anger, then she turned to Vinton and said, "Mr. Vinton, do you think it is better to be natural like me? Or do you think I should get some plastic surgery done to make my boobs look better?" "Of course it is better to be natural like you. No one can compete with natural beauty." Vinton's thin pink lips looked as sweet as honey as he continued, "You don't need to have large boobs because your boobs have the perfect size for me to grip it with one hand." "I knew that Mr. Vinton has a good eye for women." With a wicked smile on her face, Eva said, "Mr. Vinton, you're so handsome. If you were in the entertainment circle, you'd definitely crunch those

She simply stares at me, wanting an answer. “Stubborn aren’t you…” I look into her gorgeous eyes, knowing the answer to that. “Yes. I won’t deny that you would be beautiful regardless of size… but this perfect body is a fucking bonus… I like big girls, big boobs, and a big ass.” I smirk cockily and she pouts, shaking her head. “Oh… poor small boobies…” she whispers, and I smile faintly. She can still somehow end up sounding fucking cute even when she’s wearing nothing but a t-shirt that stretches over her large breasts.