Femboy Thick Thighs Novels & Stories

She was laying on her back on the bed. The camera was in perfect position. He lifted her legs behind the knees and told her to hold them there. He knelt between her legs. His long stiff cock was standing straight and hard. I almost felt frightened for this girl. She is so petite. It wasn’t the seven and one half inch length of Jeff’s cock that frightened me for this girl, it was the thickness. It is by far the thickest cock I have ever had in me and I just couldn’t imagine her taking it easily.

I put my hand on the tucked piece of fabric and tugged until her tight body was showing. At five foot six, she was built like an athlete. Her shoulders squared with arms softly chiseled, back straight, breasts perfectly supple and round as they took a nose dive down her rock hard abs. Her short torso grabbed her hips, causing them to flow with a curve that were made for big hands. I loved her thighs that supported her delicious looking pusšy. Her legs were long and defined. They looked like superhero legs, and I was destined to have them wrapped around my head and waist.

I’m not what you’d call a fantastic woman. I quickly found that I enjoyed sex after creating the type of curvy body which made guys want to have sex with me. I am by no means a perfect ten. I’m cuter than sexy, but I have an above-average bra size, thick lips that are always wrapped around a tough cock and I have a willingness to spread my thighs.

I’’m smart, fun, and- A young couple passes us, both probably in their early twenties, both model material. The girl looks Hispanic, with an obvious but well done BBL. The rest of her is tall and just thin enough to be considered thicc but not fat. Her boyfriend (that’s what I’m assuming he is) is tall, taller than Blake even. He’s muscular but he’s somewhere between Lewis and Blake; slightly lean with broad shoulders and just enough muscle to show clearly that he’s a gym bro.

“Then I expanded. I wanted to normalize things society calls ‘different.’ Like, being plus-size. I was a plus-size girl technically, and I still am. I’m not a size two or five. Those are what people call thin. Then you have your sevens, tens, twelves, and that’s ‘thick.’ Average U.S. women’s size is fourteen, and somehow that’s considered obese. I used to be way larger than that.” I pause, smiling a little. “I worked on myself, lost weight, got healthy, but not for them, but for me. For a while, I got too thin because I let society’s noise drown out my happiness. Now? I’m happy. I eat what I want, work it off if I need to. Bread is my weakness, though. That stuff sticks to these thick-ass th

I am Reema, a 20-year-old Indian girl with a body that drives men wild. My thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom strain against the confines of my tight saree, revealing every tantalizing curve. I live with my father-in-law, a paralyzed man with a perverted streak and a 10-inch cock that throbs with desire whenever he sees me.

As he turned off the light and prepared to leave, he glanced at her subconsciously. She was half-covered with the blanket. Zora's long, thin white legs were showing, and her nightgown slid up with the blanket. If it went up a little more, her thighs would not be able to be covered. Zora's calves are thin, white, and slender, with almost no fat. Her thighs are not as thin as her calves, but they are not thick either. They look soft and have a good feeling, like a young girl in a comic book.

The thong was so drenched that the fabric clung to the plump lips of her pussy, clearly outlining the wet slit. The firefighters burst into the hallway within seconds, heavy boots pounding the floor. In the middle of the group was Lucas Ferreira: 1.90m of pure walking testosterone, a body sculpted by years of gym and hard work. His tight uniform clung to his broad chest and muscular arms covered in bulging veins and dark tribal tattoos. Stubble shadowed his square jaw, and his brown eyes had a predatory look — the kind of man who had already fucked many women against the wall until they cried from coming so hard.

It is because of this that her hips were quite wide. Her pubic area was covered with thick curly black hair. The pussy lips were barely visible because of this. But I could clearly see some of my semen had rolled out of her pussy and trickled down towards her buttocks. Her thighs were fair than rest of her body and unlike a typical Indian woman her legs were quite long compared to her upper body.

And then, plot twist. The next one wasn’t what anyone expected, and I had to blink twice. A femboy strutting out in a rainbow thong that did not leave much to the imagination. His chest was dusted in glitters like he was just dipped in magic, eyeliner sharp enough to assassinate bitches with that slim waist toned like they’d been sculpted by the gods. His lashes fanned every time he blinked... lashes that could bat a whole city into submission. He walked with more confidence than the president giving a speech, every step dripping sass, pride, and glitter. He was the exact reason LGBTQIA+ got the name pride, because baby, he was glowing with it. Honestly? He ate and left no crumbs.