Isabela Merced Boobs Novels & Stories

ISABELLA’S POV The message lit up my screen just as I was about to step out of the room. Manager : "Check the news now. It’s about Jasmine. You need to see this." My stomach dropped. I quickly unlocked my phone and opened the news app. The headline slapped me across the face: "Supermodel Jasmine Mildred Opens Up About Isabella, Xavier... and Drake?" I clicked it, hands trembling. There she was, seated elegantly in a plush red chair, legs crossed, flashing that perfectly rehearsed smile. Her makeup was flawless. Her voice.. sweet. She looked like she hadn’t lost a single night of sleep while ruining lives.

Before I could respond, another message appeared—a photo. My breath hitched as I opened it. The image was unmistakable: her bare, pale bosom. Her hand cradled one curve, while the faint pink peaks stood firm, her skin radiant against the soft light. It was mesmerizing, provocative. Her buds looked as if she’d pinched them, leaving them taut and inviting. Heat surged through me as my grip on the phone tightened. I blinked, struggling to steady my breath. Isabella was playing with fire, and I couldn’t deny how much it drew me in.

Now it’s soft as if the structure is breathing along with us rather than opposing us. Isla is sleeping on the middle table curled beneath Mamá’s worn quilt the plump bodega cat nestled beneath her chin. The melted-token bracelet encircles her wrist more shining a gentle gold, cozy like a fulfilled vow. Her scars have vanished. The red vein has disappeared. Her eyes when she opened them an hour earlier were brown (simply brown). She requested tostones with extra salt as if nothing had nearly come to an end. She is five years old. She belongs to us.

She was elegantly beautiful, ultra slim, flowing blonde hair about 5'6 with perfect pins; but Drazen had wanted even more and with the help of his pet plastic surgeon he had made cleavage and pussy enhancements to the lithe beauty. Isabelle sensed the enlarged bud clenched between her thighs, her engorged clitoris not aroused at the moment but still feeling like an alien tadpole nestled in her washed and perfumed slit. Her ass felt numb on the seat but this was one thing he had not needed to improve, full and firm a great rump for sauntering provocatively by and also as she had learnt perfect for enduring concentrated slapping and spanking.

“How on earth do you expect me to love a monster like you! How do you expect me to believe you're not after something only you would gain from, uhn! Nisha screamed and went out of the room. ................. Caleb went to his favorite spot again, hoping he would meet Isabelle. Fortunately, he met her and was glad to see her again. Isabelle had a honey brown curly hair which was full, her eyelashes were long and attractive. Her eyes were sky blue and her lips were gorgeously pink. Caleb admired every part of her, from her physical appearance to her character. “You're here again!.” Isabelle said, excited. “I was bound to come here anyway, I, my sister and mate frequently visited this place whe

“It’s not like what you think. I’m not a slut.” “Really? Then why did you go after Uncle Gabe? If you are with Antonio, it’s more sensible. But it’s Uncle Gabe!” Isabela raised her hands and then clenched them. Antonio was her elder brother and Jeremy’s little brother. “Yes, Uncle Gabe is handsome and wealthy. He has a lot of experiences with women too. Is that why you didn’t want to fight for Jeremy?”

She didn’t say anything until we arrived at the Science class. I began on thinking about what Mya said. Isabel always got what she wanted because she’s a very beautiful chit. She has emerald green eyes and silver blond hair. She was a bit pale and had a pretty good bone structure. Most of her friends followed her around because of how much people liked her, for her looks though. I’d been in the same class with her from seventh grade and from then, we’ve never been friends or even close to that.

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.”

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.

I stare into her eyes before going down to her breasts that the narrow, damn pink tank top can't contain. “Pretty tits.” Isla gasps, then her expression turns sensual, like an exclusive bitch. “Really? You think they're pretty.” I growled when Isla rubbed her breasts. I wanted to remove her hand and replace it with mine, and my mouth and tongue were eager to play with her protruding pink nipples. Oh… I wouldn't mind fucking her big tits with my cock either. “I don't recall you breastfeeding here for a long time.” Damn, Isla was getting wild, teasing me by squeezing her nipples that protruded from outside the tank top.