Emma Watson Boob Size Novels & Stories

Whether she accepted it or not, you have to do something to appease her anger. “What about chocolates?” Levi cleared his throat. “I think Mrs. Watson might think it negatively, Mr. Watson.” “Why?” “For starters, she would think that you are making her fatter.” “My wife is not skinny but I love her body and I appreciate it a lot.” Before, I wanted skinny women, but after meeting Christina and feeling how it was cuddling her voluptuous body, I no longer wanted another body shape. “Point taken, Mr. Watson. No chocolates. No flowers.”

All she needed was to look hot and offer great sex. On the other hand, she thanked her mother for her dazzling looks and tantalizing beauty. She was the Zambian Jezebel, at twenty with firm and medium sized boobs. She was slim, a bottle shaped with slightly raised shoulders and an outstretched chest. Her boobs danced rhythmically at each step she took leaving most guys salivating for her, no wonder she never wore any bra. Her skin color, tone and texture was her source of pride and fame. Subi knew she was destined for greatness.

“Enough, yeah.” “Can I ask you something? And will you be honest with me?” “Sure. Liquid honesty,” I said, holding up my cup. “My mate said that my boobs are too small and that it makes me look less feminine. Is he right?” “Stand up and let me see.” She stood up. “You are wearing a baggy sweater. Take it off.” Charlotte gave me a look. “You want honesty, right? Take it off and let me look.” Charlotte shook her head, but nevertheless took off her sweater.

Her shirt was off, and in the reflection, I could see her examining her rather plump looking breasts. Now, my mother is extremely small. She was maybe five foot two. She had an hourglass shape that looked stunning on her. She didn't look particularly fragile. Just... small. Despite being plump, her breasts were stunning. I honestly didn't think I had ever seen breasts as attractive as hers. They were considerably bigger than usual right then, which I normally wouldn't find myself attracted to. But somehow, knowing that they were big because they were literally full of milk made them rather appealing.

It’s all yours. "Now my little bunny has exposed everything, her soft body, her petite curves. Her breasts aren't too big or too small, just right. She's so tiny I could throw her with one arm if I wanted to. God, nothing turns me on more than a 5’0 woman. And looking at myself, standing tall at 6’7, built with defined muscles I maintain only for Melisa, it drives me insane."

TWO DAYS LATER "Hey, you! Come here!" A really arrogant girl in her early twenty called Elijah who was standing almost ten steps away from her, beside her oldie grandmother's luxurious car. She is Samantha Watson, another hire of the Watson family. She is young and beautiful but most of the beauty is artificial on her face as starting from the eyelashes to her teeth, they are all fake. From the look of her, it looks like she had done her lip and nose job quite a few times at this age. She was wearing a tight short dress while her dyed blonde hair was left open. She was wearing sunglasses which is why her eyes weren't visible and she was continuously fanning herself as the sun was shining hot

I jerked my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor. I had nothing underneath and my huge size 36D boobs swung this way and that. I was always very proud of my boobs; they were firm and perky despite my huge size and they never failed to cause a guy to break in his stride and do a double take. It didn’t hurt either that I was an extremely pretty brunette with long curly eyelashes that fanned against my cheeks and softened my face even more.

Knowing we had company, I turned, doubting she was the one who moaned, but what I saw made my mouth open wide. The same lady who had walked in emotionlessly now had her clothes completely stripped off, with her hands between her legs, trying to satisfy her urges. I watched as she shook from the pleasure consuming her, head thrown back, eyes rolling to the back. Her other hand grabbed her boobs as she squeezed them softly. I stared at her boobs, fair and standing tall. I swallowed hard at their size, twice the size of mine. Her shape was hourglass, with her ass protruding at the back.

Ahh yes, Missy and Ellie—a study in contrasts. Missy was your typical California bleached bomb bimbo. She was 5" 5", 129 pounds and had size 32 E tits along with a well-shaped set of legs and a super sweet ass. Her skinny size 22 waist made her large, enhanced boobs look gigantic. The father cared little they weren't 100 percent real; hell he paid for them. What mattered was the best plastic surgeon in all of Southern California had done his job well. Yes, Missy's boobs may have been fake, but they looked fantastic.

"Not considered short, about 1.78m. I'm not sure, but I think he is a little short." He raised his eyebrows. "Then what do you think about my height?" She gently looked at him and chuckled. "Very good." Seeing her reply so straightforwardly, Wills Watson was a little worried: "You are trying to lie to me, right?" "No! Isn't Aven Harris a good example? You guys are around the same height." "I'm a bit higher,"Wills Watson said as he raised his eyebrows. "So, I am better than him, right?" She must be sick, why did she mention Aven Harris? "That's right."