Everybody Loves Big Chests Novels & Stories

He wasn't satisfied. "I Like it full! Show me Big and sexy woman! Her breasts have to be as big as a melon, her ass has to be as big as a balloon. Also her hips are small. Don't forget her lips are thick. And her hair is straight black. Her eyes are sharp but warm. Oh, yes. There's more, women it has to be fierce and child-loving. Got that?"

I know I can't help but enjoy the conceit that comes with blatantly flaunting such a floppy, huge pair of tits because Donald told me they are "as big as they are beautiful." It was obvious that Donald's adoration for my breasts ran in the family, since his kid also displayed the same naive fascination. Tom reached out to me with a clear purpose, his other hand still holding onto his boxers. Fearing his fury, neither Donald nor I dared to intervene as the terror encircled us like an iron claw.

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.