Isabel May Boobs Novels & Stories

MAVIS With a mild foam, I began to scrub her legs. She couldn't take her eyes off me as I meticulously washed her. Her breasts were buried in the foamy water. I continued that way, scrubbing until I got to her thighs. Her legs were slightly parted and immediately, I imagined her lying that way on the bed. Rubbing my hands against Isabel's flawless skin alone gave me a boner. I tried to hide it from her until we were done and got into bed but she suddenly pointed it out.

“Oh, I’m fine.” Isabella was thirteen now, stunning with her long black hair and piercing green eyes—a striking mix of her parents. "Mama, Grandpa got me this dress—do you like it?" Isabella twirled, showing off the fabric. Bella smiled. "You’re gorgeous, kid. And yeah, the dress is perfect." Han and Rosa stepped into the room, and Isabella sprinted toward him. "Oh, I see how it is," Bella teased, crossing her arms. "Got yourself another princess, huh?"

Finally giving in, Isabella agreed to tell Anna all the gist she had managed to scoop up as a bartender in one of Los Angeles' most popular resorts. "That can't be true!" Anna gasped suddenly. Isabella had just told her of Alexa Brine, a popular actress known for her role as a gold digger in movies, confessing that she used to have a third boob growing up. "She got a boob job?" Anna gasped again. "No," Isabella whispered. "She got a reverse boob job. They got rid of the third one." "Eek, that's mortifying." Anna shuddered. "She told you that?"

Ignazio got rid of her top in seconds, revealing her C-cup boobs that sat perfectly in her C-cup bra. He moved his hand to her back, unclasping her bra in a second. “Oh my goodness.” Isabela gasped and a chuckle followed suit as her boobs fell out of the cup. Ignazio rushed for her boobs. His hard palm hurriedly cupped it in, squeezing and fondling it with parted lip, his eyes wandering around her boobs with admiration like it was the first time he was seeing her pair of perfect boobs. Isabella’s mouth watered. “Ohhh.” A low, sensual moan escaped the corner of her lips as Ignazio’s pace increased, fondling roughly and licking his lower lip in the process.

she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “ why did you change what you wanted to say?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s nothing, argh.” “Well that’s not the case , Isla has an OnlyFans. She masturbates with sex toys online and she has 25 million subscribers,” she said flatly. I was stunned. “She was even live yesterday.” “Damn, that’s crazy,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “I know, right. I even screen-recorded it. I’d humiliate her just the way she humiliated me,” Maya said, her jaw clenching.

White fuzz fixed on the edges of it. “Isabella,” I said. “You can literally see all of my boobs!” She jingled the doorknob. “Let me see!” When I opened the door, she swallowed hard, eyes becoming wide. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom, twirling me around. “Look at you! You look so sexy.” I covered my breasts with my forearm. “You can see everything—my nipples, my boobs, everything.” “That’s the point. Your tits are so nice, and you never show them off.” She shrugged, peeled my arm away, and stared at them. “I mean, Roman’s not even a tit guy, but he’s been staring at them all night.”

Isla said, glancing over at Sade, “are your boobs ever going to stop growing?” Sade froze for a second before laughing it off. “I don’t know! I’m already in a C-cup. Do you know how annoying that is? I can’t even wear some of my favorite shirts anymore!” Isla laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. “Meanwhile, I’m over here looking like I just started fifth grade. Life ain’t fair.” Sade walked over and gave Isla a playful nudge. “Stop. You’re perfect the way you are. And besides, you’ve got a face that can stop traffic.”

Isabella was also the twin who got the hazel eyes of our father, while I had to be given these lifeless green eyes. But yeah, let her enjoy that little victory. That was all she had better than me. Her body can never compare to mine. My body was a masterpiece—slim and thick in all the right places. My ass, so round and perfect, had people whispering about whether I’d had a BBL. My breasts, full and firm, didn’t even need a bra for support. Every curve, every line of me was designed to make men weak. Even her husband couldn't resist me. It was the kind of body Isabella could only dream of having. Yeah, let her beat that.

he demanded her in a husky voice as his hand was on the strap of her sleepwear. Isabelle bit her bottom lip when in an instant, her sleepwear slid down her body because Luke tugged at it. She wanted to cover her boobs when his eyes automatically went to them. "Beautiful!" he murmured. Luke liked women with big boobs but his wife's were perfect. They complimented her slim figure. Her nipples were rosy and they were standing proudly. She had a flat stomach and her skin was really smooth and fair. He cupped one breast as he looked at her reaction. Her lips were a little swollen from his kisses.

Forget the fact that Isabel has a great figure and she's sexy, but as my wife, she has refused to bear me a child. We have had sex more than ten times, and I've waited to hear good news from her, only for me to discover that Isabel takes birth control pills to stop herself from getting pregnant. "Phill, I can't allow my body to get plumpy. Have you seen Callaway's wife? When her body is displayed, she looks like a goddess. I can't ruin mine. People need to see how beautiful I am," she said, trying to be like another billionaire's wife, Brittany Callaway.