How To Draw Female Chest Novels & Stories

While everyone was waiting, the door of the locker room slowly opened, and the girls came out inside. Mary Kinson, wearing a suspender skirt, specially curled her hair behind her head, leaving a few strands of hair on her exposed shoulders, and her skin was like snow with a faint white awn. She glanced down, and the original chest design with wrong workmanship was just supported by her superior curve, and the tight position under her armpit was also improved, which did not show accessory breasts at all, but made her arms slender and straightforward. Clearly, the original waist without curve has also been changed into a line, sticking to her slim waist and outlining the perfect S line.

But I have never seen myself like this. He had drawn me from the waist up. My shoulders were soft. My neck was long. My breasts were full and rounded with dark tips that he had shaded with such care. He had drawn the small mole below my left collarbone. The way my belly curved gently outward. The way my arms hung at my sides, not posed, just natural. Just me. But it was the face that made my breath stop. He had drawn my expression exactly as it was in that moment. Eyes wide. Lips parted. Fear and bravery mixed together. A woman standing on the edge of something and deciding to jump.

She smiles gently and nods. "Yes." Just one simple word, but I feel like she's opened up part of my chest. The ache building there is intense. I pull the dress upward. She raises her arms, and the fabric slides free. Then there is nothing but the lantern light painting her skin in shades of gold and shadow. The curves of her breasts above the delicate pale blue lace bra. The dip of her waist. The elegant line of her throat. Her flat, toned stomach, and lower still, to the matching pale blue lace hugging the curve of her hips.

The sight in front of me was so hot, so breathtaking, that my fingers started itching with the need to paint it, just like she had asked me to do. I took a step back, went to take a canvas and some charcoal pencils, and returned before I could start debating my choice. I grabbed the black tool in my hands and started making quick lines, trying to outline her body. I watched the way her hands moved, the way her chest raised, the way her legs started trembling, and I put everything I could see on the paper. I drew and drew, until I could see the outline of her body starting to take some shape on the white material in front of me.

I sketched as quickly as I could, making a note of what the fabric looked like and how it flowed, then sketching its outline and slowly adding in detail, using my finger to smudge some of the lead from the pencil to add more depth to the drawing. My mind went elsewhere when I began to draw the thigh-high slit and her leg slightly poking out of it, imagining her skin and how the fabric would feel cool and smooth against it. I got goosebumps and decided to take a breather. I went to make some toast really quick to get something in my stomach.

Her rapid breathing made her chest sway gently, drawing her gaze. I could hardly restrain myself so as not to lean forward and run my hand over them, I wanted to madly, clasping, feel a pleasant heaviness, squeeze the nipple with my fingers, or rather eagerly draw it into my mouth, caressing my tongue, watching her reaction, listening to heavy excited breathing.

I feel a sigh emanate from within your chest. I pull away, gazing down on your body. There is a flush to your skin, your breasts flopping on the sides of your chest, your nipples quite prominent in their arousal. I look down and see the wetness seeping out of your pussy, your lips pink and engorged from the attention I had been giving them just a few moments before.

She moaned slightly. Placing a kiss on her right cheek, I ripped at the cloth covering her chest, leaving her breasts naked. I grabbed her large tits and shoved my tongue into her mouth, kneading her breasts. I put my knee between her legs to keep her still as I pulled and squeezed at her tits roughly, making her nipples hard and her skin pink. Once they were erect, I put her nipples in my mouth and sucked at them.

I dragged my hand over my face and watched another amateur video to see if they had some easier ways of showing. ”This one,” I whispered and clicked in on a woman in short-shorts and a bra that sparkled. She was practicing on top of a chair with nothing but air underneath. She placed her hands on her hips and as her hips moved, her hands pushed down. Her chest was pushed out as her belly made snake-like movements. I got up and pulled out a chair, positioning myself over it. ”You got this,” I chanted to myself and placed my hands on my hips like she had done.