Everybody Loves Big Chests Novels & Stories

“Perhaps in Trayrock I will find a beard grooming kit.” “Poor daddy,” Aislen wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed him. “I think we’re all looking less than we like. I know I’ve never had as much underarm hair before as I do now, and Rhett hates that his chest hair is starting to obscure his art. We all need a spa day,” she giggled. “To get plucked and polished.” “Hmm,” he laughed through his nose. “War is not kind to vanity, is it?”

The whole getting it on with my fake fiancée/forced fiancée/kidnapped fiancée part, not the part where I rip my shirt almost clean off. I seriously don’t understand how it’s happening, but I think it still is. I’m a big guy. A big guy with a massive, broad chest and rippling muscle everywhere. I’m good with that. What I’m not good with is the forest of chest hair growing on top so thickly that you can’t even see said chest muscles or even my abs. I think I used to have nipples somewhere? Christ.

Everything seem well maintained and everyone seem happy in the kingdom. When they got near to the palace, peoples were gathered at the side of the roads to wave at him or to be able to see him. Gordon feels frustrated at the sight of it, he find it a waste of time for these people who could have done something productive instead of waiting for him under the burning sun, he had firmly denied his father to not do any kind of celebration on his arrival. Since there will be a big event for the coronation day. Gordon is a "no drama" person, although he is very assertive, he does not like to mingle with people to much, most of the time he remain silent, he listen more but he notice all. He knows h

She locked the store and handed them the key. *** The next morning, they got up bright and early to open up the shop. “Are you guys ready?” “Yeah, Catherine, why do your clothes size me well?” “We’re both six’s,” she explained. “The only difference is the amount of space in the chest region. We’re both A’s,” she motioned to her and Tessa’s breasts. “Whatever,” they all laughed and headed towards the door. “Umm, Catherine. I’ve been meaning to ask you—”

Then she turned back to the counter. "I had a brother like that," she said. "Not Theo's version. Carlos worries too much. But underneath all of it he's the best person I know too." She paused. "I think people like that are rare. I think we should probably stop acting like they're ordinary." I didn't respond immediately because I was busy understanding that she had just given me something, quietly and without ceremony, the way she did everything. "The rings are in the study," I said, finally. "Black box on the desk."

she asked, stepping inside, balancing a box labeled in thick marker: JUST STUFF I LIKE. Marley took it from her without hesitation and set it down beside the couch. “Rae,” she said, tone warm but firm, “you could show up with six raccoons and a midlife crisis, and I’d still make space.” Raegan laughed and the sound startled her. It wasn’t small or careful. It cracked something open. The tension in her shoulders began to melt, slow and clumsy, like pipes thawing after a long winter. She hadn’t realized how tightly she’d been holding herself together until that moment.

Deborah opened her own arms and embraced her friend happily. "It's so good to see you Chelse," Deborah returned as she pulled her friend close. She felt their boobs mushing against each other through their shirts, fighting for limited space. Pulling back, Deborah smiled down sheepishly but Chelsea beamed. Deborah spared a glance down at her friend's cleavage poking out the top of her plunging blouse's neckline. While Chelsea was a small woman, who took painstaking care to stay slim and fit, she had been blessed with an ample chest. Deborah knew that Chelsea was just a D cup, but on her small frame, her tits looked massive, and they jiggled just as much as Deborah's own.

Her eyes were open and closed with pleasure. "Shouldn't I mark it?" Jacob asked, immediately raising the bra. Leaving the mounds free, they moved springy as if in order. These were not the most beautiful, largest, or rounded breasts he had ever seen. They tended to be small because Ice was exercising her chest muscles, but that's also what made her adorable. Never had she seen breasts like these.

More than anything, he wants to reach out and grab those big tits of hers that she is teasing him with, but then he remembers with the utmost clarity what was written in her bio. Honestly I have never told anyone this before but my big secret is I simply love the shy, innocent type who I eventually have to take by the hand and actually guide them to my breasts so sweet innocent and shy they are plus they are so unwilling to stop being a gentleman. I loved being treated like a queen to be admired but not touched... that is until I can NOT stand it anymore and must have my breasts get the thorough loving and pampering I so desire." "You really think they are pretty huh baby. You're... not just

shit can be crazy frustrating! Jenny perked up, "Oh please tell us!" I was like, "No...no, it'll just make things more awkward...this needs to stop, Jenny. Like I was trying to explain, the Big-Dick-Energy thing is exaggerated, but there is some truth to it because I've seen it play out. You run into these big macho guys...you know the type...arrogant, big-talk guys that always talk about their conquests, and drive big-ass pickups...or muscle cars; almost always, it's all posturing and it never makes their little dick any bigger...they just don't have it and it's really obvious."