Itty Bitty Titty Novelas e Histórias

When she ran into the kitchen, we both had some "men-are-simple" thoughts of where this was going; maybe it would be more accurate to say "34D-thoughts." There was no way around it...she had amazing tits. They were wide and firm, but big enough to crease from the weight...yet soft enough to jiggle and bury your fingers. She came out buck naked with a whip cream and lube, "I know it's cliché, but it's a classic, but I know you both need a titty fuck." She giggled, "A TTF...Team Titty Fuck, served with some man butter...maybe?"

"Why do you call me that? You always call me that and I've never been able to figure out why." "Little Fighter? Because it's what you are." The honestly in his eyes was breathtaking. I frowned, "But I'm not. I mean I know I'm not exactly statuesque but I'm really not a fighter. Never have been." If I could fight maybe I wouldn't have frozen that night. Head tilted to the side Max seemed to study me, puzzled. "That's exactly what you are. You got bitten and it didn't break you. You adapted to a whole new life without cracking. That's fighting if ever I saw it."

The girls decided they wanted to play ‘Dirty Minds. “So why were you mad at him, Jillie? If it’s not too early to ask,” Mason inquired. “I bit her,” I told him. Everyone snapped their heads to me. “What he means-” “Jarren, you didn’t?!” Alyx exclaimed, cutting Jillie off. I nodded, ashamed. “Like, play biting?” Mason asked. “No, as in, my fang punctured her skin.” “Jarren!” Jillie and Alyx exclaimed at the same time. Jillie’s head snapped to Alyx.

“I… I like tits. Big ones. Sucking them. Getting my face smothered in them.” Her eyes lit up like a predator. “Mmm, good girl. See? Wasn’t so hard. Now… why don’t you show Mommy what you mean?” She tugged the robe open just enough for one heavy tit to spill out, the pink nipple stiff and begging. “Come here, Cherry. Suck on Mommy’s nipple. Just a little. I know you want to.”

Olivia smiled at a distant memory before looking at her aunt, "fine, you win. I'm going." Grace clapped her hand excitedly, "now, that's my girl" she pinched her chin and stood up, "come to me if you don't have anything nice to wear. We are the same size after all" she made her way to the door. "Whose party is that anyway?" Olivia's voice rang out. "Oh, have you heard of the MavinTech?" "Duh, who hasn't had about the biggest Technology company in Australia?" She rolled her eyes.

Brittany dropped, hard, knees bruising tile, mouth open, tongue out like a p**n set. She deep-throated, gagging loud, throat bulging, spit pouring in thick ropes down her tits, mascara running black rivers, her cream-smeared lips stretching around his veiny cock, the head battering her tonsils. “Mmmph, arrest my throat,” she said, voice muffled around his shaft. “Fuck my face, use me like a fleshlight, ram your creamy cock down my dirty whore mouth.” Derek grabbed her ponytail, yank, and face-fucked her, slam slam slam, balls slapping chin, cock hitting tonsils, her gag reflex kicking, tears streaming, spit and pre-cum mixing in filthy bubbles at the corners of her mouth.

"You're going to feel even funnier down here, but that's a good thing, and the Great Father is going to show you what it means when you feel hot and funny like this. Okay baby?" Billie was still confused but she wanted to trust her mommy, and she already felt so funny it was distracting. "Okay mommy." "And this, baby," She tapped on the hard little nub at the top of Billie's pussy. "Is your clitty, it's a magic button." She pressed a little harder and Billie gasped, it was magic! "Sometimes you might need helping rubbing it, or to do it yourself, but always remember that your clitty is important."

My sweet, innocent Eve. So the real Yvette Tanner is a liar AND a whore? Offering herself for money? She sold her baby for a free education, sure, at least the baby was created out of love. Or so I thought. But this, she's definitely showing her true colors. Is money her only agenda? So the love we had was fake? Suddenly I feel warmth on my junk. She's on her knees, sucking the mushroom while her skinny fingers wrap around my length. I close my eyes to savour the pleasure. Ahhh this is heaven.

I groaned, rolled on the bed for a minute before sitting up wishing I was already asleep before Taryn called, that way I couldn't hear her nor respond. It was another minute before I rose from the bed and left the room to the empty hallway in search of her. I finally found her at the end of the third corridor that overlooked the pack outside. Taryn wore a black long sleeve turtle neck with a gothic skirt and high boots that added to her height. Her black hair was cut short to her chin and dark eyes glared hatefully at me.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”