Jumping Boobs Novels & Stories

My boobs bounced heavy with each drop, nipples hard and tingling in the cool air. Leon stared at them, his lips parted, breath coming faster. Sweat beaded on his throat. He reached up suddenly, big hands closing over my boobs. His palms were hot, rough. He squeezed, circling my nipples with his thumbs, sending sparks straight down to where we joined. I ground down harder, and faster, chasing the wet slide of him inside me. His hips bucked up to meet me, strong and wild. His face twisted—brows tight, mouth open. I knew he was about to hit the edge as he squeezed my boobs harder, fingers pressing deep, almost painful but perfect.

Annabelle is singing something exuberantly, I can hear her muted voice through the windowpane, and she's jumping up and down as she sings. Her incredible, perfect, succulent breasts are bouncing up and down with her. I tighten my palm around my cock, feeling a shiver of pleasure engulf me. I'm really hard - hard as a rock and ready. It's not right, but... I need to cum. How long has it been since I've even seen breasts bouncing up and down, like the way a woman's body looks when you have her stretched out on her back, fucking her, the movement making her tits sway? God, I need to fuck somebody.

“Why did you beat him black and blue? His nose is bleeding. How hard did you hit him?” Essa rolled her eyes angrily. “Who let him touch my chest!” “Can you tell me how many times it happened this month? Can’t you make your boobs less of a problem?” “These are real boobs. You think they’re fake and I can make them smaller or bigger as I wish? I was born this way. What can I do?” “…”