Isabela Merced Boobs Novels & Stories

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

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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.

"I’m just glad Isaac has his memory back. Honestly, I still wake up scared it was a dream." Mercy rolled her eyes, nudging the tray closer. "The way he looked at you last week? Not a dream. That man’s obsessed." Isabel laughed, placing the spoon down as she raked her fingers through her hair. "I mean… it’s different now. He’s softer in some ways. Still cold and moody, but..." "Hot as sin?" Isabel snorted and leaned her hip against the counter. "Exactly." Mercy tossed a few pieces of onion into the pan. "And Vera?"

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