I Like Booty の小説・ストーリー

"You say, 'Hey Tasha. I was clueless last night. If you still want to fuck, I'll bring shawarma for an after-fuck snack.'" "But I don't like shawarma," Mosche said. "Oh my Lord, dude," you said, throwing your hands up in the air. "It's not about the shawarma. Swap it out for whatever other takeout you can get at this hour. Just fucking call her." "Fine, I'll call her," he said. "But I've never been on a booty call before." "It's only a booty call if you only have sex," you said. "That's what the food is for. Take it from Booty Call to... I don't know. Booty Call Plus."

I only nodded my head at him as if he could see it. But I swallowed hard the moment I was fully done grazing the soap on his back. It was now my turn to graze the soap on his butt and I swallowed harder when I saw how gifted he is on that part. Seriously, why do men have more butt than us women? It’s so unfair! “Ooof,” Bullet laughed the moment my hand landed on his butt. “You are giving Kim Kardasian vibes on this part,” I told him as I laughed. “And yours are giving Nicki Minaj,” he bantered back and that is the reason why I hit him gently in the calf while laughing harder.

She snapped with attitude and folded her hands as if she was back in the game. "Who wants to be plank flat like you?! Not me. Girl, I have a big body, yes. I'm happy with it. At least I have títs and a huge bútt and I don't need to use padded stuff to make my assets look big." That sent a loud wave of hoots around the room. My body was alight with an onslaught of confidence. Hell, yeah! Feels nice to have people react to your comebacks. I wish I did this in high school.

“It’s like a shot of adrenaline between my legs. You and those boots are my personal Viagra.” I saw the large and imposing presence and I loved the way that it was bobbing up and down like it was shaking its head in the affirmative. “I can see that and you’re making it very hard to stop myself from jumping you. I want to pin you down and ride you while dripping the wax down your chest at the same time. You made this suggestion and it would be rude of me to take it out of your hands.” He didn’t seem to mind that I was going to wear the boots and he took a few moments to feel them with this hungry growl forcing its way out between his lips.

She sounds like an 80s sex icon. Just. My. Fucking. Luck.

I am not that girl. I am the tomboy. Forever holding the bro-code in my hands. When they need an extra for flag football, hello, here I am. When they need a water boy. Hello. When they need an extra soccer player for the boy's team. Hi, again. When they need a backup skater for the skateboarding club, it's a boys-only club, by the way. What's up bitches?

I give him a peck and he grins gripping my hips more. “What are you up to?” “ To shake my booty a bit!” I shout. The music is now loud and the place is full. “Great.” He grins and stands. “Grind it on me.” He turns me so that my back is against his front. “Be my guest.” I say and start moving my body to the music. I grind my ass on his crotch and smile when I feel him getting a boner. That’s what I needed and it’s happening.

I scrolled through the comments on my latest I*******m post, forcing that big smile I always wore for the camera. “Bella, you’re a goddess! Those curves are everything!” one girl wrote. Another dropped heart emojis and said, “You make me want to rock my body too. Thank you queen.” The likes poured in, notifications buzzing nonstop. To them, I was Isabella Torres, the plus-size fashion influencer living her best life. Bold outfits, confident poses, body positivity speeches. If only they knew the truth.

This version of Him is the only one I need. Kind, expressive, supportive, and affectionate My pussy starts to throb, realising its juice, soaking my underwear. Looks like I’m gonna need a sex toy!.

I’m not even sucking my gut in. “Your butt’s doing that. That butt goes Boop-Oop-a-Doop every time you bend over.” She sings the boop bit in a squeaky falsetto. I have no idea where she came up with it, but the meaning’s clear. “Nobody wants to look at my butt.” How many times have I been told to move my fat ass? Rae snorts. “Honey, even I want to take a bite out of it.” I twist and try to see what she’s talking about, but my neck won’t turn that far, and besides, she’s crazy. Folks don’t want to look at me.