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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.

"What's it going to be, Sis?" I ask. "You're welcome to join me on the couch and help me judge these beautiful ladies' attributes. "Not a chance, Big Brother," Lauren says defiantly as she unclasps her top and shrugs it off her shoulders. Holy fuck! Her tits are perfect. Slightly smaller than Alex's but still quite full with wide, pink areolas and gumdrop shaped nipples.

He was the reason my breasts had grown fuller and heavier. My three monsters positioned me over the basin. Thorne's mouth was on mine again, an anchoring, deep possession. Lucian's hands were on my breasts, squeezing and manipulating them like the precious playthings he was known for. And Raven? Raven's mouth was buried in my pussy, his tongue digging deep into my core, sending tremors through my body. The pleasure was a white-hot spike, overwhelming and immediate. I couldn't scream, couldn't utter a full moan, because every sound I tried to make was instantly devoured by the hot cavern of Thorne's mouth.

She leaned back. “Oh, do you want more” she said, pushing me back onto the couch. She straddled me, opening her robe to expose her amazing tits. They were perky and round. She had had a boob job. Her pink nipples were in attention and in my face. Without thinking I leaned and grabbed her nipple in my mouth. I sucked on it a little, then flicked it with my tongue. She moaned and grabbed a handful on my long hair.

"My hands can't even cover them." I flinched. I watched as Mom threw her head back, moaning in pleasure. "So good. Leo, suck them." She thrust her white breasts forward, offering her chest to her mate's lips. Her mate sucked one side and he moved to the other, while his palms slapped her full breasts. Mom was an E-cup, full, womanly, and voluptuous. My hands instinctively went to my own chest. I looked down at my breasts. They were small. B-cups. Perky, yes, but they looked like a teenager's body compared to hers.

I happily surrendered to his advances. We had not felt this happy and harmonious since Oliver was born. I lay in his arms with a blissful smile, while his gaze smoldered with desire. His Adam's apple bobbed as he fixed his eyes on my body. "Whitney, do you want me to make you feel good?" My heart was pounding rapidly, and I agreed while biting my lower lip gently. After a passionate night, Thomas suggested having Charlie come over again to give me another lactation massage. "One more session might yield better results. A single session probably can't fully unblock the ducts yet."

“I was just— oh, please. Cut the crap. I am not dumb. I have pulled that exact trick on him before, just so you know. Yes, I have done it, and I know exactly how it works, so you are not fooling me for one second. You might be older than me, but you are not wiser, you pathetic bitch, and I will tell you exactly why. “You walk in here thinking you can bend over and give him a free look at your chest like you are some irresistible goddess, but let me tell you something, honey, that is not impressive to me, and it is not impressive to him either.” She was leaning forward now, her voice rising with each sentence as her hands moved to punctuate every single word. “Those boobs of yours, let me gue

Damon's POV This bitch. The next thing, she pulled the zipper holding her breast together and it revealed her bouncy boobs. Her thick, dark nipples. Remembering Victoria's, it was light baby pink. .Jeez, What the hell was wrong with me? Why do I keep comparing her body with Victoria's?