Isabela Merced Boobs Novels & Stories

"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!

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.

Isabel stood in the beach house bedroom and bit her lip while the stylist finished pinning her hair. The simple white dress hugged her bump perfectly and the ocean breeze floated in through the open windows. Mercy walked in carrying a small bouquet and stopped dead in the doorway. She clutched the flowers tighter and her eyes got watery. “Isabel… look at you. You look like a whole bride. I feel like I no longer need to share you with anyone. You found your forever and I am so happy for you. I really am.”

No one said no to him. Isabela arrived unhurried, wearing a black dress that clung to her curves—elegant but with the firm presence of a woman who dominated any room she entered. Her loose hair fell over her shoulders, both an invitation and a warning. Her presence mesmerized men like a siren with her voice or like Medusa with her gaze. Rodrigo’s eyes scanned her from head to toe, but it was she who smiled first—with the confidence of someone who knew she held absolute power and control.

" 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

Juan Pedro raised the dress of Isabella and freed her totally from its confines. The dark proved no hindrance to the ravishing beauty that captured his attention. Every little spot on her white skin registered as clear as daylight for his relish. What left her now was only her two lingerie same as the color of her dress, a princess bathed in blood. Isabella's sexy Double D cups hid the twin treasure peaks behind its veil while a healthy amount of flesh threatened to spill out from its restraints.

I suggested helping her, but she refused, saying I was the guest of honor. As we were about to start the meal, Isabella came out of her room. I almost choked. Her skin was dark brown like her mom, and her hair color was similar but longer. However, the most noticeable feature was her rack. It was massive and looked even bigger on her skinny frame. She smirked and came in my direction. "Hi, brother. Good to see you at last. Damn, you are a stud!" I blushed. Everybody assumed it was because of the compliment, but it was more about the size of her boobs...

But it didn't. The image of Isabella's face and how she moaned softly filled my head. I could still smell her delicious scent of arousal. And her breasts, Oh God. They were small and pale and fit perfectly in my palms. The way her nipples puckered begging for my suck made me groan. I needed to cum, fast or I would be useless throughout the day.

Isabel melted in my arms, giving me her body as a willing wonderful bounty of pleasures to molest and enjoy repeatedly. I could have kept up the kissing for a time, she was very hot, but she wanted more. Isabel stepped back and shed her skirt, leaving her standing among books and student papers in a tiny red thong plus black stockings that stretched almost to the top of her thighs, and moderate heels. Her tits were large with silver-dollar sized nipples, magnificent on display. She turned around slowly, showing me her wonderful long hair covering her back, then tilted her head so her hair moved to the side, revealing that the thong was just a thin string up her crease. I could see the rosebu

“I’m sorry, what?” “You heard me the first time,” Santiago sounded indifferent, almost curt. “I know you’re probably wondering how many times I must’ve hit on her, given how lovely she looks and all. But I can categorically state that Isabella Mercedes is officially into women.” Lola shook her head. She had so many questions. “Mercedes?” Santiago nodded, still fixed on his book. “Yup. I don’t know if that’s her real name, and I couldn’t care less.”