Jenna Ellis Boobs Novels & Stories

I leaned back in my chair, the sun warming the studio through the tall windows. Another girl sat across from me Jenna. Tight red top, short black shorts, tits practically spilling out. She thought she had me figured out. “So tell me, Jenna,” I said, keeping my voice calm, “why should I hire you?” She crossed her legs and smirked. “Because I’m not some shy little virgin. I’ve seen your nudes online. They’re fucking hot. I can pose naked for you anytime. Right now if you want.”

“We’ll find you everything you need.” I like the confidence in Jenna’s tone. Like this is her job and she knows how to do it. I think her father always thought it was a shit degree, but he didn’t care. Everyone knew college was just time to stall Jenna’s arranged marriage to Nico Tacone. “You really enjoy shopping for other people?” “Yes!” She smiles up at me. “I can make anyone look good. Any size or shape. It’s all about waist placement and body shape. Dressing with the right layers and lines for the body.”

If anything, I’d like to feed her a sandwich. She sighs. “I don’t know.” “They fit perfectly.” I look up to my eye level and quickly move my head back. The black lace front of the bustier stretched across her breasts is sheer enough to be transparent, leaving two very large, round boobs inches in front of me. Chantilly was right—they’re everywhere. I take a step back as I return my gaze to Jenese’s big blue eyes. “I don’t think anyone will notice the briefs.” Jenese smiles.

Across the room, someone else joins in—Jenna, I think, one of the quieter ones from the group, her clothes shed now, body pale and curvy as she crawls over to Kael and Elara. She positions herself under Elara, face up, and starts licking at her clit while Kael keeps thrusting, tongue flicking out to lap at the juices coating Elara’s folds. Elara’s reaction is immediate, her body shaking, cries turning sharper as she grinds down against Jenna’s mouth. “Oh fuck, yes, eat me while he fucks me,” Elara pants, her hand reaching down to hold Jenna’s head in place. The sight pushes me closer to the edge, my hips snapping up into Thalia faster, the slap of our skin echoing, sweat beading on my forehe

Isabella replies puckering her brows . “ When last did you see your monthly period ? ” “ Ummm ..... Last month , why this questions ? ” Isabella snorts flatly “ from your symptoms I think you are pregnant since you have not seen your period this month . ” Karen states firmly as Isabella eyes bulged out . She shook her head negatively . “ That is not possible . ” she defended “ we will see to that . ” Karen answered smirking mischievously . “ All I'm saying is I am the CEO I can not be pregnant .I am not even married .” she reminds Karen her best friend.

This sounded much rougher than her past reading material. Julia was tall, 5-9, blonde like me, hair to the middle of her back; legs down to there, lovely, soft, C cup breasts with nipples that became hard easily and were very sensitive and a perfect, round, athletic ass you could bounce a quarter off. She worked out doing Yoga, a spin class, aerobics and light weights several days a week to stay in shape, plus often swam laps in our pool.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

The minute I looked at her I felt like one of the ugly stepsisters. "What do you think?" She asked, taking a look at herself in the mirror. "I don't think my boobs look as perky as they should... Should I get surgery?" "You could just get a push-up bra," I told her. That's me, always the rational one. "It's a lot cheaper." She pushed her breasts up and turned to look at me. "Will it make them look like this? I want them to be this high." "Ellie, sweetie, trust me, that's way too high. They nearly touch your chin. Your boobs look fine... at least you have them."

“That’s the point.” “I feel like I can’t breathe.” “That’s because we used double push-up tape. You’ll survive.” Isabel exhaled shakily and stepped back from the mirror. Her heels clicked awkwardly on the tile, her legs unfamiliar beneath the short dress Jenna had begged her to wear. They looked like girls in a music video. They felt like girls lying to themselves. “You sure about this?” Isabel asked, voice low. Jenna gave her a look. “Babe. We already spent two hours contouring your collarbones. There’s no backing out now.”

“Well, tonight’s the perfect night to fix that. Plenty of girls. Plenty of fun. You better make the most of it.” Damien only smirked in response. But little did he know, the girl who had been distracting him all this time was about to show up looking like a complete knockout. --- Back at Elie’s House Elie’s stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection in complete shock. Jenna was beaming beside her. “Oh. My. God. You look… stunning.” The dress Jenna brought was something Elie’s would never wear on a normal day. It was tight, short, and showed off every curve. The deep red fabric hugged her body perfectly, with thin straps and a plunging neckline.