Lisa Ann Booty Novels & Stories

Lilly saw while holding her head in her hands. “How much money do you think we could afford by selling your remaining Jewelry?” Alison asks her mother. “50000$,” Lilly said to her. “Good, don’t worry, Mom, we will think of something to arrange the remaining amount,” Alison said while keeping a hand on her shoulder. “Alison, you don’t need to worry about this, I and your mo-” Jared started to say, but Alison stopped him with a glare.

Lisa tied her red top into a knot just below her chest, showing off her flat, athletic stomach, and belly ring that drew many of the boys’ eyes to her. She cheered loudly and enthusiastically, drawing her attention to herself and kept screaming “GO BENNY! GO COUGARS!” That caused a Foxes supporter to turn back. He was a cute, African American kid from Brettonwood. Looking Lisa up and down, he yelled back, “Sit yo fine ass down girl, they ain’t gonna win.”

“Fine. But if you change your mind…” “I won’t.” “Okay, time for bath and bed, kids.” Anne says as she extracts Sarah and Abby from whatever game Cass is having with them. “Cass, you want wine?” Lisa asks. Cass waves her off. “Nah. I have to work early. I’ll go see Bobby and then say goodnight to them all.” Lisa leans in closer to me, lowering her voice. “Is she avoiding us? She’s way too amped for a regular night. You don’t think she’s high or something?”

Burns covered his synthetic skin. "Finally. The family reunion." He gestured behind him. Sarah stumbled forward. Hands bound. Beaten. Alive. "It's a trap," she said weakly. "The cryo pod is rigged to explode." Marcus smiled. "Choose. The body or your sister. You can't have both." Nickey felt the shift. Saw futures branching. Only one worked. "James, when I say go, shoot the cryo pod glass. Crack it, don't shatter it."

It's a female's panties. And not just any female's underwear, it's Lily's!!!

“Oh, honey. You weren’t supposed to see this.” My voice came out hoarse, barely recognizable. “Get. Off. Him.” Lisa rolled her hips once more — deliberately slow, savoring it — before finally lifting herself off Nathan’s glistening cock with a loud, wet pop. His cum — thick, white, and still pulsing — immediately leaked down her inner thigh in a obscene trail. She didn’t bother wiping it away. Instead she stood up, casually smoothing her skirt down like they’d been caught sharing coffee instead of fucking my boyfriend raw on his couch.

The comments are pure poetry: “God bless America” “My wife’s asleep, don’t tell her I’m #19” “Zoom in I wanna see it leak out” Big Lisa finally takes her turn around hour twenty-six. She straps on this monster veiny black dildo the size of my forearm, slicks it with my own cum, and fucks me so hard my eyes roll back. The room cheers louder for her than for any real dick all weekend. I come screaming, squirting in a perfect arc that splatters the lens. Lisa leans down, kisses me deep, and whispers, “That’s for every time you flirted for free beers, bitch.”

I narrow my eyes, immediately knowing who it is. "What?" I spat at her. I can practically see her rolling her eyes at me. "May I come in?" She asked. I stayed silent for a moment before replying. "Yes." As soon as that word left my mouth I regretted it. Lisa strutted in, wearing a disgusting short red dress, black stilettos, and the worst makeup I've ever seen in my life. Her bleached blonde hair was a ratty mess like she purposefully made it that way. I can't believe I was going to make her alpha female.

Flora was really shy about undressing, but hearing her sister’s past, I was patient. I sat in the chair next to the tub, heating the water up, as she walked over. “I’m ready…” I looked up at her. She was covering her chest and vigina. Her shoulders were scrawny. You could see each bone clearly. Her collarbone looked like it was sucking in her skin. Her rib bones showed on her ribcage. Her hips were so visible, it looked like she did not have any fat. She had a small belly… Barely there. I was not disgusted at her, but at the way she came to look this way.