London Thor Boobs の小説・ストーリー

"They are so f*cking big!" "You love them! Tell me you love them!" Lisa groaned out, her butt slamming back against me as I f*cked her, my hands still digging into her big, smooth boobs. The infinite softness of her massive rack was an addiction. I could spend the rest of my life squeezing those big boobs and it wouldn't be enough. "I love them..." I relented. "I love these huge f*cking bre*sts! They are...yes... they' are f*cking incredible. The best f*cking bre*sts I have ever seen."

This got me harder. I loved when ladies bit their lips. This was a big turn on for me. With momentum, I unhooked her bra and flung it away. I now had her boobs out for my full view. Beatrice's boobs were not big at all. She had a big ass but of course, her boobs were of the mini size. They weren't like tiny dots as I could still hold them but still, I loved women with endowed chest. It turned me on even more than a big ass would.

The aureoles were round and tiny and towered over by petite, perkily hard nipples that screamed for attention. Lee's boobs were every bit as big as I had guessed they were... had hoped that they were. But they were more... robust, more lush than my imagination had projected. Her nipples were just as excited by the situation as Lisa's, but wider, meatier, and surrounded by alluringly wrinkled circles the size of my thumb, all nearly as dark as her hair.

ALEXANDER ‘MATE!’ Loki and I reveled at the sight of our beautiful mate. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The girl’s utterly drop-dead gorgeous. She had long dark brown hair that cascaded down her back way past her tiny waist. Fair, smooth looking skin. VERY large breasts and fucking thick thighs I want to lick and caress while we make fucking love. But it was her eyes that held my most attention. They were blood-red, and she was looking at me with those deep gorgeous eyes with a hint of fear and confusion and shock.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

I feel so full, my seams must be bursting. "You know how to tuck your food away." Marcus comments. " I like that." Most women would consider this an insult but what can I say, I do love food. "Thank you for that very thoughtful observation, Marcus. I've never been afraid of having a bit of meat on my bones." And that is just God's honest truth. Most London women are thin to the point of disappearing. Not me though. I love my plump ass, sizable breasts and thick thighs just fine.

Justin rumbled deeply. As she unclipped her bra, her breasts surged forward without any real sag. She pulled it off assuredly knowing that her boobs were possibly her best features, large and plump and creamy-skinned with high and relatively small red nipples. Within seconds she had taken off her thong and stood hands on hips ready for Justin's inspection. "Is my body OK?" she asked, Justin stood and walked around her awkwardly, carefully studying her beautiful figure. "Are those breasts real? They seem too good to be true," he said incredulously.

Meanwhile, Leon could tell that Heather had lost quite a lot of weight recently, so he wanted to urge her to eat more. However, the words that came out of his mouth were instead brazen as usual. “You should eat more, Heather. Your boobs are about to disappear.” Leon immediately regretted his choice of words right after, for he seemed to have triggered Heather yet again. “Indeed, my boobs can never be compared to yours.” Heather’s eyes nonchalantly swept across Leon’s chest. Leon had a muscular chest; with the added advantage of his foreigner genes, he had quite a natural brawny build.

I barely even blinked when a heavy object met my forehead, almost throwing my head off my neck. I snapped my book shut in annoyance, glaring intently at the unbothered girl. "Do you think the bra makes my boobs look good?" she asked, snapping the edge of the black strapless material against her skin. It does make her boobs look good. It enhanced her cleavage and I found myself taking a moment to ogle at her perfect slim thick build. She had the perfect snatched waist and her toned tummy was as flat as a working surface. Her black thong was like a tiny lace material moulding perfectly against her V area and did nothing to hide her massive hips.

Something regal. I selected a black fitted dress—elegant, powerful, lined with silver threading that curled down the sleeves like ancient runes. The high collar framed my neck like a crown. I fastened a belt of polished obsidian around my waist and pinned my Luna crest—soon to be obsolete—just over my heart.