I Like Booty Novels & Stories

“They’re called pecs. But boobie muscle is fun too. But you’re only three. You will grow into the body you’re meant to have, and if you want, when you’re older, I can help you become even stronger.” “And have biggew boobies?” I nodded, “but, it’s not just about getting big muscles. I like being strong so I can lift both of you and your mom.” Ripley blushed; I knew she was thinking about last night. That was fucking hot, thrusting inside of her against the wall. Yeah, I’m definitely trying that again. She seemed to love it too. Just another reason to have this body. Ripley loved it, and she loved what it could do.

I Like Being A Slut I I made my way towards the bar that was far from my house. I was a woman with a mission— to get fucked like a slut that I was. This feeling came once in a long while, and I loved indulging in it anytime I had the chance. And this was one of my chances.

Aiden chuckled with a faint blush. I just shake my head. “So, Aldo, you have kissed a guy before? Have you ever found any guy attractive?” Aldo shakes his head “No, not really…I mean some of the queens when they are in drag are attractive, but I definitely prefer more delicate features and soft lips and a great ass doesn’t hurt.” “Oh come on, my ass is nice!” Aiden jests. “Dude, you have a flat ass! Cade is the only guy I have met with a natural booty, though his is nothing compared to my babe’s!”

"I like the observe, voyeurism involves watching sex unfold from a distance but I don’t, I like watching sweet women like you getting fucked for the first time until the good girl in you breaks, revealing you for what you are. Seeing the exact second a woman realizes she isn't in control anymore and taking it upon myself to fuck her in ten thousand ways from sunday. That’s my fetish." Sandy swallowed hard, her heart hammering. "And you, Bobi?" Bobi leaned back, his massive frame dwarfing the armchair. He looked like a king carved from obsidian. "I’m a simple man, Sandy. I’m big. I’m powerful. And I like to feel that power against something soft. Something that shouldn't be able to handle me,

When he twisted my hair into a ponytail and pulled me back against him, I wiggled my butt and sighed, “Ohhh… that big cock feels good in my pussy. Oh, yes… I want you to fuck me good. I’m such a slut, I love to be fucked.”

I pressed the 7th, He really meant to piss me off by pressing the same floor at the same time to make a contact with our hand. He hit the 10th. so this asshole is living on the 10th floor. So why the hell he's on the 7th floor that day I encountered him? Damn it! And why does the elevator seem to slow down? "Break up with your boyfriend, I want to play with you!" I ignored what he said because first, I do not have a boyfriend and secondly, I do not care what he says. And lastly, he’s fucking rude.

When I first saw her walk into the backyard, I couldn’t help but admire her. Fuck she’s gorgeous. Her current outfit leaves little to the imagination. I can see all the tattoos on her legs that were hidden from view before as well as some peeking out from the bottom of her shirt. I had very conflicting desires to take more of her clothes off and to cover her up.

The road to hell is paved with back arching toe-curling orgasms and devilish looks that silently whisper "baby please". 'baby please,' Is the look Quinn gives me. Yeah, i am weak as a frail twig. I gave in to his I need your text, and here I am.

Or my wings. Or my booty. Or my toes that look like pebbles and there's one bent weirdly than the rest. I'll spook any peeking Tom with my creepy toes! Some people might be turned on by that now that I think of it... Eh. I'll just fart or something instead.

Jack said his eyes wandering up and down my body. "Yeah you like?" I asked, putting my head down and batting my eyes at him. "I love it." "What about my sexy new boots Jack; you like those?" He nodded smiling, and I added; "You want me to keep them on?" "Oh yeah." Jack said all but licking his lips. I walked over to stand directly in front of him and turning slowly bent over shoving my ass in his face, but pulling away before he could grab it. "I love that bad ass tattoo of yours." He told me referring to my Baphomet tramp stamp.