Everybody Loves Large Chests Novels & Stories

they just turned the living outa me. "Stop.. stop drooling over my chest.." she said in a whisper as she started running hot water. I smiled, "hide your chest.. because God I love what I see there." "There's nothing here.." she said rolling her eyes at me. I guess she failed to understand how small breasts can have such an effect on me. But they did. I didn't love big breasts because I had no idea what I'd do with them.. I wouldn't even know where to start. But her size was just perfect. I loved them...

Sarah grabbed a spare basket by an eating booth "Alright, let's go." We first walked by the clothing department. Sarah pushed the basket slowly as she scanned the section. "We-you should get him a t-shirt." "Okay, I think it should be a graphi-" My eyes landed on a Captain America T-shirt. "Yes, this is perfect! I remember him telling me he loved Marvel." "Yes, but all of the Marvel characters?" I nodded "Yeah, he said all of Marvel. So this would be great." Sarah smiled "Sick. Now, I think you should get the extra large."

Christian Vance was the type of man who had strict rules when it came to bed affairs. To him, kissing on the lips was disgusting. Exchanging saliva and the warmth of tongues was far too intimate, far too similar to a love commitment he deeply despised. Women, to him, were nothing more than objects to release his lust. However, the moment he stared at Vivienne’s plump neck now glistening with tiny beads of sweat, Christian’s ego burned to ashes.

Bryson's gaze moved from her face to her chest and stopped there for a few seconds. Betty hurriedly covered her chest, "Don't look at me! Answer the question." "I like your size." Bryson replied honestly. Betty's beautiful face immediately blushed, "I don't believe that you guys like big boobs." Bryson saw that she seemed to hold some resentment towards this matter, he squinted his eyes, "Did some big—chested woman provoke you?" Betty lowered her eyes, "See! You like it." The corner of Bryson's mouth raised into a helpless smile, "I like people like you who can hold on to everything with one hand."

It was dusty and dark, but what was surprising to Laura was there was a small chest at the end of the shelf. *Coughing* “What is Liam paying his domestic staff for? Why can't they clean behind this shelf? Or is this place prohibited?” she said, soliloquizing. Suddenly she saw a chest at the end of the shelf her curiosity to find out what was in the chest doubled, walking sideways slowly Laura was able to reach for the chest. Gradually she moved back to her original spot, which was less dusty and filled with cobwebs. Taking a careful look at the chest, it had a charming embroidery on it and the chest looked old. Looking around for a lock Laura found it the chest was magnetic, smiling mischiev

The chest's presence is a bright, uncontained force, a wild, living energy that fills the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. Gabriel and Lucas rush to her side, their urgency a sharp, vivid energy that fills the space with life and the thrill of risk and danger. Amelia's fingers tremble with anticipation as she carefully opens the chest, her movements a bright, uncontained force that fills the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Their voices are a fierce, living energy, a wild, uncontained presence that fills the air with the thrill of the unknown.

I think my shock expression was very visible, because all the girls giggled. "Guys, that man is a luxury Boing.” "He'll end up getting really fat if he keeps going to the supermarket every day. Not that I think it's wrong for people to go to the supermarket as many times as they want, but have you noticed the things he buys? Always soda and bullshit. He has already passed in my box with several packages of chocolate. I bet you're kind of diabetic or you'll end up staying," said Alice, but decided to change her mind when she saw my face closed. " But it's okay to like chubby ones, my friend.”

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.

“It is a bit hard with this one, but she has those ridiculously large teets.” Marv instinctively looked down at her chest. She didn’t have massive boobs, but the point was Nyx could see them. At least that was the takeaway message for me. For Marv, the fact someone thought she was well-endowed seemed to be the important thing. She blushed and lowered the dagger.

Mary interrupted saying, "But guys are always staring at the girls with big titties and lots of cleavage. The big busted girls are always complaining that guys don't look them in the eyes but look at their chests." "Mary, not all guys are like that. Most of us would rather play with a titty in each hand and not the big sized ones that take both hands to hold just one. The big busted girls, as you put it, exaggerate the facts about guys looking at their chests so they can make girls with small manageable titties feel bad. I really love your titties and anytime you want them massaged, just let me know." I said with a broad smile on my face.