Mia Sara Boobs Novels & Stories

"I guess you could call this Tit for Tat, yeah? Cause I got a feel, now you get a feel." "Wait, what?" John asked dumbly. Sarah pulled up her shirt, fully revealing her tits for the first time to the room. She really did have some amazing tits - they were full and big enough that they kind of hung wide, her perky pink nipples capping their bouncy weight. She was a girl built for fucking, including her tits. And Sarah put them to work, pulling John's face to her chest and smothering him in boobs and then shaking them back and forth.

“Danielle. How are you? Anything I can help you with.” “Mom told me you were making my shift injections. I’m just coming by to collect.” “Ah,” Sara said, closing the lip on a glass jar. She walked around the table looking as ethereal and graceful as one of Tolkien’s elves. Her light blonde hair, slim, pale frame, and loose, flowing dresses only accented the regal air she carried. In her late thirties, Sara could pass as an early twenty-something without too much trouble. Her brow furrowed lower as she frowned. “I’m afraid they’re not all finished.”

Rose some and picked up the things she had fallen. Sara sighed and opened her windows strongly protesting. She could not attend the ball. She was not as sociable as the twins and she would make a total mockery of herself if she were called to dance. “Miss Sarah, which one will you prefer?” Rose held up two gowns. A blue one that matched her light blues eyes and a gold dress that made her eyes look even prettier. Sara was a raw beauty, with golden brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a petite but curvy body. She was never allowed to leave the house, so many people did not know the Marquis of Sussex, had a niece whose beauty was unmatched.

“Stupid question, huh?” I smile despite myself. Sara is a beautiful woman, and that white, skin-tight bandage dress she’s wearing emphasises her curves perfectly. I know she has a child, but it’s not evident that she’s ever been pregnant. She looks like she walked off the cover of a fashion magazine. Okay, it’s not unusual for she-wolves to regain their figure after giving birth, but Sara looks like a film star. Sara is around my age, maybe a little younger, and I look like crap compared to her. I inwardly groan because I could never look as good as she does.

To her, they were the most beautiful things in the world. Which is how Lily discovered the final change her life had wrought in her. Lily wasn’t the only person in school who had noticed Sara, she was, after all, a very beautiful young lady. Barely five foot two, and one hundred twenty pounds, she had pale luminous skin with a heart stopping, hourglass figure.

Yet just as she lowered her eyes to glance at the provided materials, Emily sensed an unfriendly gaze directed her way—Sara's. Sara stood not far away, dressed in a deep V-neck white blouse and fitted black pants. Her lips, painted a bold crimson, matched her striking eye makeup, lending her an air that was equal parts alluring and intimidating. The juxtaposition of these two women—each beautiful, yet so different in style—naturally drew attention from those nearby. Sara held a composed, professional smile, nodding towards Emily in greeting, her posture conveying respect. But beneath that polite façade, there was an edge—a cold, almost imperceptible sharpness hidden in her eyes.

Just then, Sara Wu had been standing beside her while showing a fierce face despite her minimal makeup. “Hey, you! Listen, I’m a woman who is not good at small talk. I’m telling you, even though my dad is nice to you, that doesn’t mean I have to be nice to you. Just so you know, I have absolutely no interest in seeing you, let alone having to date you!” Sara exclaimed with her hands on her hips while her right hand pointed at Nicko, pointing in his face. Even though she was fierce, her standing pose this time looked very graceful, matching her slender body with a waist like a violin. Plus, her natural black straight hair is very compatible with her Asian facial character.

If you don't like what happened that day shout or scold me. Sara : fine if you want.... Then she shouted out in the roof like "Zayn you bastard". Then Zayn laughed about that... Zayn : how you feel? Still angry? Sara : yes.(crying) Then he hugged back and said Zayn : I missed you. Zayn : Sara you misunderstand, she is trying to create problem between you and me. Whatever you saw is not true. Don't avoid me. Understand? Sara : you are bad boy.

“Fuck, baby… look at you. Squatting on my dick like a little slut.” Sara smiled down at him, her eyes sparkling with wicked confidence. She wasn’t the shy girl he once knew. This version of Sara was fearless, bold, and completely in control of her pleasure. She squatted lower, taking him even deeper, then rose up until only the head remained inside her before slamming back down again. The wet and sloppy sound of her soaked pussy swallowing his thick cock filled the room with every bounce. “You like this?” she asked breathlessly, her voice sexy and teasing. “You like watching me squat on your big cock?”

Later that morning, Sara absent mindedly sorted out the cupcakes in the boxes. Her employee looked at her. “Boss lady, are you ok? You are so quiet.” Sara smiled turning to her. “Yeah I am fine. Are you good with the other orders.” “Yes. You don’t seem ok though.” Sara sighed. “Tell me, what would you do if someone offers you a million to give him a child.” “A million?!” “Yep.” “A whole one million dollars?”