Isabela Merced Boobs Novels & Stories

"Don't smile too much around here. The only person that can afford to do that is Esteban, our second in command, and that's because everyone knows his smile is his best weapon." "I'll...keep that in mind." I finally find the keys buried deep in my pocket and reach for the lock. "Isabela! Oye, where have you been?" She eyes her. "You look like shit, chica. Tell me you weren't with that fucking Jose again Isabela stands straight and I whip my head around to get a look at the new face. The woman is tall and mature looking, with soft brown wavy hair and bronze skin. Then her eyes slide to me.

I replied, keeping my tone neutral. Isabela smiled. A sharp smile, more like a challenge than affection. I used to admire her. When we were kids, she was everything I wanted to be: beautiful, confident, desired. But over time, I started to see the cracks in the perfect facade. The way she manipulated those around her, made everything revolve around her. The way she kept Maxim in her orbit with carefully chosen words.

I thought he was smart. I knocked on his neighbour. The other penthouse. There is a rattle from inside and the door opens. The next view is... Isabella Montenegro in her sports bra and shorts. Super short if she bows down, I'm sure I can see her ass from behind. Her flat tummy, her full round breast, her long leg. What a view. Jesus Christ! "Gabriel?" She's as surprised as I am. "I... I... why are you wearing that?" My voice raises and suddenly Isabella realises it, and she squeaks, closing the door right in front of me.

A beauty like hers was impossible to ignore—a Latina goddess with deep bronze skin, long dark waves tumbling over a white silk blouse that clung to her curves, revealing a navel piercing and an hourglass figure. She approached Venom with effortless and seductive hip movement. Venom slowly pulled off her shades, raking her dark eyes over Isabella from head to toe before dropping her cigar and crushing it under her boot. "Isabella," Venom said, a small grin forming. "Damn… wasn’t expecting to see you here." Isabella smiled back. "Well, I just got into the city this morning. And I heard Zayne’s back." Her accent was so sexy and smooth. Venom tilted her head slightly, studying her.

Izabelle sighed as she stared at the girl’s body. She has a perfect body. Perfect for anyone. Nice and portable boobs, a thin waist, and then a nice ass. No wonder Marcel is interested in the girl. She couldn't help but feel jealous after all, she wasn't so shameful as this girl. Even if she does go to the gym regularly, she still has a long way to go. Her boobs aren't that portable and nice looking, her waist wasn't that thin either. Even her ass way….. Goodness. What must she say again? Maybe she should just stop the comparison.

” She sighed. “It doesn’t. I mean…well…you’re still XY inside every cell of your body.” “Yeah, but these breasts are mine not fake, and I’m not pushing a baby through my…well…you know.” Isabella began to laugh. “I can’t imagine that.” She hugged Michi again. “I…for one…am glad I met you.” Michi looked at Isabella and held back her tears. She reached over and hugged her hard not letting go. “I don’t want to leave you…do you understand?”

Isabella was also the twin who got the hazel eyes of our father, while I had to be given these lifeless green eyes. But yeah, let her enjoy that little victory. That was all she had better than me. Her body can never compare to mine. My body was a masterpiece—slim and thick in all the right places. My ass, so round and perfect, had people whispering about whether I’d had a BBL. My breasts, full and firm, didn’t even need a bra for support. Every curve, every line of me was designed to make men weak. Even her husband couldn't resist me. It was the kind of body Isabella could only dream of having. Yeah, let her beat that.

"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?"

Lorenzo said. Isabella grabbed her breast while the fabric was still covering it, then lowered her hand while massaging her clitoris. "Take your breasts out; I want to see your perky nipples.'" Lorenzo ordered