Lisa Ann Booty Novels & Stories

Anna was truly a good friend of hers. The boutique was not very luxurious, but the collections were good, and the price was also under her budget. Lisa was a simple girl. She didn't have any fancy dreams. She could be easily pleased. She only wanted a simple and happy life. Initially, she thought to spend her life with Daniel Brooke, but...

Lisa could affectionately be referred to as a PAWG—Phat Ass White Girl. In public, Lisa always seemed to wear a sports bra that showed off her bountiful cleavage. She paired that with tight yoga shorts. She wore this attire despite the fact that she had quit yoga class after two weeks because she found it painfully boring. In truth, she liked the way her tits and ass looked in the outfits, and she loved the attention she got when wearing them.

LISA "Damn girl, this is the body you've been hiding from everyone? Girl, this is what we call hot girl summer, just look at you, I'd kill to be in a body like yours." "God Tana, you're hot, have you seen you?" "I know I'm hot," she struck a pose that made her curves prominent, "but looks at yourself, this is Kim K and Bad girl Riri rolled in one body." "God!" my lips stretched into a smile that soon gave way into a chuckle, "you overhype wat too much."

The bottoms rode up high on her legs. Gabriel was finding it difficult to divert his gaze from her hot body. He could see that her breast were quite big and she had abs which made her shape More visible. Lisa could see that her plan is already working effortlessly. "I think it will fun if you join me. Will you?" she asked, smiling at him. "No, don't worry." "Common, don't tell me you are shy. Stop acting like a kid." Lisa teased.

Made you want to drop at her feet and serve like a pathetic dog, hoping for even a scrap of her attention. I froze, completely fucking stunned, recognizing that cold, dominant gaze. It was Ann. She didn’t see anyone, fully in character. I just stood there, mouth slightly open, watching the show like an idiot. She wore black thigh-high boots on a massive platform, a dark red excuse of a skirt, open in the front, showing embroidered panties, and… I don’t even know what the hell that was on her chest. Not a top, not a bra… just some red tape wrapped around her breasts.

"Take off your bottoms and join us on the bed." She removed the rest of her bikini, then walked around the bed to lay down beside Lisa, raised up on one elbow, watching our play. Lisa had peeled her top off over her head and wiggled out of her bottoms, while I got Kayla situated. I continued enjoying Lisa's tits, getting her nipples to perk up for me, just playing, because I could. "Mmmm," Lisa murmured, "suck on those big titties. Show me how much you love your little slut's fat tits."

“Me too Lisa, Best party ever, glad I came” Lisa smiled as she had to agree she may have failed in her mission, but the best part of this party was meeting a wealthy suitor by the name of Ricky Biscount.

Lalisa sat there and asked Louis, her face unclear, “What did you do in the end?” “You’re very good, aren’t you?” Louis looked at her with an expression asking for a reward. “...” Lalisa said nothing. “Before, I sent someone to investigate this ugly woman, sent someone to lie next to her, it turned out that she was addicted to sex, that Andy was her favorite partner, and he also had some wild videos of him having sex with York Lena.” Louis said. “...” Lalisa was scared. She really didn’t see that this York Lena was addicted.

The second my boots touched the step, Lisa’s voice cracked through the air. “—DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA—” She cut herself off, threw her hands up, then stomped down two steps closer, jabbing a finger at my chest like she was about to stab me with it. “Ronan. Freaking. Hunter. You are LATE.” I blinked, thrown off by the sheer fire of it. “I—”

“Nope. I don’t want to hear any more of your cock-and-cunt-sucking adventures, LiLi.” We’d been LiLi since middle school. One stunningly beautiful. One… me. Lisa rolled her eyes, but the grin never left her face. “You’re such a prude. Live a little. There are literally fifty guys here who would die to see what’s under that sad two-piece.” “My two-piece is not sad. It’s practical.” “It’s a funeral gown with straps.” I laughed despite myself. That was the thing about Lisa, she could call me out, drag me into the deep end, and I’d still follow. She was the sun. I was the planet that didn’t want to burn.