Isabel May Boobs Novels & Stories

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.

I pushed it open. Isabella was waiting. She sat on the edge of her father’s massive mahogany desk wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong and one of her father’s expensive suit jackets…unbuttoned, hanging open to reveal her perfect naked body underneath. Her full breasts were on full display, nipples hard. Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder. The desk was covered with framed family photos, business awards, and a large nameplate that read “Richard Voss – Owner.” The taboo of it hit me like a drug.

"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

He was now met with her lacy black bra which he unstrapped without looking away from her eyes. He wants to see every emotion that flicked in her eyes, he slowly removed the cups and he looked down at her boobs, although small but he has always loved boobs that can fit in his mouth. He bent and covered her whole right breast in his mouth, ah, just the perfect size, he marveled as he suckled, enjoying the feeling in his mouth.

I think Isabella is five feet nothing, and that somehow makes her cuter. One thing that's utterly refreshing about my brother's girl? It's the minimal effort she puts into the way she looks but still manages to look the best. I don't know if it's just me thinking like the horny bastard I am ninety-nine per cent of my time, but Isabella would throw her hair in a messy ponytail and still look exquisite.

Isabella grew up in Anji Village outside Silvana City. Her mom owned a two-bedroom house with a large courtyard in front and at the back. Vegetable patches are full and hibiscus flowers surrounding the wall. There’s a small pathway of pebbles from the entrance to the house, so when it rains, mud won't get on shoes.

Isabella's POV "Where is it?" I whispered hastily under my breath. Hi, my name is Isabella to be precise Isabella Joy Wilds. I live in a medium-sized town called ‘Roseville’ with my parents and older sister. I am a 5'3 feet tall girl, with thick shoulder length, curly, natural ginger-brown hair paired with brown-ish hazel eyes courtesy of my dad. "Where in the world is that stupid shoe?" I shouted as I pulled my hair in frustration.