Her Four Incher Novels & Stories

This guy cut off his balls to go around dressed like a girl. - Faggot. – one says, grabbing his balls as if he feared someone would cut them too. One of the girls gets off her lover's lap and approaches. - I know you. This is the guy who dated that famous "shark." I thought you were prettier to turn a hetero's head. - Careful, Frida, he is more handsome than you. She lifts her shirt, showing her breasts. - These are real. She puts her hands between her legs.

We pulled up in front of her dorm, but she didn't jump out quickly she just stared at the door. "I feel something more here, right? You are being very passive, but I can feel it in the way you look at me, and the way you speak to me. I may be innocent, but I am not incompetent." She was offended. These young girls are not very thick-skinned. "Iris," I said reaching for her hand, " I am not saying your stupid. My personality and life is hard to explain. Sometimes it's harder for some to understand. I don't want to push it at you. It's more of a one-step-at-a-time thing." I said sternly again. Letting her know I wasn't treating her like she was stupid. She opened her door and looked back towa

They weren't quite as small as a thong but she looked sexy regardless. They went up into a thin band at the waste, then back into enough material to barely cover her gorgeous ass. She bounced across the room while I watched her braless tits stretch the thin material for all it was worth. I jokingly whistled and she just looked at me and winked. “What movie do you wanna watch hunk?” She asked me and I shrugged. “Umm…how about inception?” “Sure…” She got on all fours, since the VCR was beneath the T.V, and began to set up the movie. She was

she cursed under her breath. Myra bit her lip as she hiked up the long black gown, exposing her smooth thighs. She slowly slid her soaked panties down and kicked them aside. Her fingers trailed over her heated skin before reaching her throbbing clit. She was already dripping wet. She rubbed slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves, then slipped two fingers inside her tight, aching pussy.

Someone slumped down on the next seat which was beside her. She wipes her eyes to look at the intruder. Glaring at the person from beneath her lashes. “Who the fuck are you?” She screeched, standing on her feet, but staggered backward, falling back into the chair she sat on. “I know you’ll be here.” She yanked the bottle from her hands. “Bar. bra..” she hiccups. “Yes, it’s me! Winch!” She yelled in her face. “You shouldn’t drink too much because of a jerk.”

What! “My WHAT!” She busted out laughing. “Who even says tally Wacker anymore?” I asked her. “4 INCHES!” She was still laughing at me, but now she is rolling on the floor. My man part was excited but now he was soft as a boiled egg. Damn… It didn’t take me long to cover myself up then. “When I have my way with you, I am going to show you that I am bigger than 4 inches damn it. And… it’s not a tal… tallywacker! It’s a dick, or cock, or penis, or sausage even. Eggplant? Shit!” I walked up and grabbed her around the waist and twirled her around.

Chapter 21: Th-that's my car. "Sure," Lucy replied glancing back at Michael. He found himself another chair outside the changing rooms and sat down to wait. In the cubicle, Cherry was chatting as she unzipped her top. "It can be really difficult to get good bras that fit when you're a 34D." She reached to the back of her neck and parted the Velcro, releasing her breasts from the leather. "I think it's useful to have another girl to check there's no... unsightly bulges. Y'know?" She dropped the halter top onto a small stool and turned to look at Lucy.

Somethin’ bout you, makes me feel like a dangerous woman. “Fuck,” I grit out. “Like what you see, handsome?” she purrs, playing the part. I sprawl my legs, adjusting to get comfortable, “Come here,” I crook my finger, beckoning her over. Erin flips her hair, doing a quick spin around the pole before dropping to the ground once again. Her body grinds against the floor, and fuck, if I’m not jealous of some damn hardwood. She rolls out of the position, gets on her knees, and crawls towards me.

A playful spring in her step gave her tits a delicious bounce when she came over all excited, "Look...look, it's perfect...absolutely perfect!" I nodded, "Yeah...yeah, they do look good." She quickly realized I was oblivious, and grinned, positioning a cucumber over my crotch, comparing it to what was in my pants. "See...see it looks just like you...it's perfect, almost two inches thick." Then she pulled it away, and wrapped both hands around the vegetable to show a couple inches emerging from her hands, "See...eight inches...you get it?" I didn't know what to say but nodded, "Yeah, I see it now, it's a vegetable shaped like me...but Tina..."

“Yeah…” “But you are a least five inches shorter than your mum, they will look less revealing on you…” “Well, you have a point there,” “So it’s a yes?” “Well…” “It is a yes!” She interrupted me, squealing excitedly.