Isabel May Boobs Novels & Stories

"Big boobs, big butt, beautiful face, and long legs." Isabella smiled back, and there was something playful in it now. "Do you like my boobs?" She placed her hands on her chest, squeezing slightly to accentuate their size. "Yeah," I said, laughing despite myself. "I do like them." Then she turned around, presenting her backside to me. Her dress hugged her curves perfectly, and when she pressed back against me, grinding her ass against my groin, I felt my body respond immediately. My dick hardened instantly, straining against my trousers in a way that was impossible to hide.

"You can slap me all you want baby but please talk to me. We were so cool yesterday so why are you angry with me? Is it because I slept in Lillith's room? I'm sorry. Please stop the silence and talk to me. Please." Isabella looked at him and more tears cascaded down her cheeks. She stood up and removed her nightie making her stand in all her glory. She turned around and palmed her boobs. "My boobs are still firm and big Chris. I got big ass too as you love it. My pussy hasn't gone wide even though we've had sex countless times now then why her?"

Almost down , he walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks , this man looked like a god ! This was the broadest shoulder I've seen , he is tall , fair tanned skin , forcefully lifting my eyes to his face , I got the best sight , his face was well structured , the nose was definitely pointed , then his lips , cherry pink . Isabella stop! I cleared my throat trying to find my voice , "hi , good evening , my name is isabella and this is my mother, I..." "Yes I know everything about you , who should be doing the introduction is myself"

"What are you watching?" I glanced over at her, trying not to stare too obviously at the way her tiny shorts rode up her thighs. Isabella was the spitting image of her mother, with long dark hair, hazel eyes, and curves that could stop traffic. She was only 18, but she had the body of a woman. "Just the game," I said, forcing myself to look back at the TV. "How was your day? Did you have fun with your friends?" Isabella nodded, leaning back against the couch and crossing her long legs. "It was great! We went to the mall and I bought a new bikini. Want to see it?"

He could feel her body shiver with pleasure as he did so, and he knew that he was driving her wild with desire. Isabella's figure was truly remarkable, with a body that was built to perfection. Her 36 C cup breasts and voluptuous backside were just a few of her many stunning features. As he traced his fingers down her body, he could feel the heat emanating from her skin, causing his pulse to quicken with anticipation.

" She moves her head in a light nod, before heading for the bathroom. All the others changed out here, she must feel pretty insecure. Just like I had always felt. I search through the racks, looking for a suitable thing to wear. And I found my perfect match. I change into a black leggings and was about to put on my tank top when the door bursts open. My top part only covered by my b-cup, black bra. Isabella. "Oh...did you see any hair pin.....?" She trails out when her eyes falls on my half naked form. "Wait is that.... packs? "You have packs?" Her mouth hangs open as she stare at my stomach. It kinda feels uncomfortable. "Um...yes." I give her a short reply. "I have been training my ass of

"Bry, Iѕаbеl, good tо see you guys." Iѕаbеl jumреd, lеаvіng a dіѕtrаught lооkіng Brіаn, аnd rаn and gаvе Mаrу a big hug. I tеll you, I wоuld have раіd еvеrуthіng іn thе wоrld tо ѕее thоѕе twо dо mоrе thаn hug аt thаt роіnt. Dаmn! Mаrу wаѕ the tаll, lеаn, blonde gоddеѕѕ and Iѕаbеl was the sultry Latina wіth blасk hair аnd mocha ѕkіn. Smоkіn!

Isabella slid off her robe and a long t-shirt. “Wow, you’re thin.” Kelly looked concerned. “Yeah…” Isabella sat on the edge of her bed and took the top. She slid it on over her head and pulled it down over her face until the seam on top was snug. She fixed her nose until it was perfect then slid her arms into the sleeves and pulled it down fixing her little breast pockets as she worked it down. “This feels so good.” She grabbed the bottoms and pulled them on and up. “No sleeve?”

For three days? "Why me?" she asked quietly. Richard leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes traveling over her body. Isabella was twenty-five, Chinese-American, with long dark hair, delicate features, and curves that her professional attire couldn't hide. She worked out, ate well, took care of herself. She knew she was attractive.

It was an ideal arrangement, not just because of her seemingly constant availability, but because she was absolutely smoking hot. When I interviewed her for the position, I had to keep pulling my eyes away from her chest. Her juicy, round breasts were pressed up against the fabric of her shirt, and I’m pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra as I could see two prominent bumps at nipple height. Her name was Isabella, and her cute smile and flowing dark hair instantly made the blood rush to my cock. I hired her on the spot, and ever since that day I revelled in the sight of her perky ass whenever I returned home. I could hardly believe my luck – she was stunning, she also got on very well with Em