Odeya Rush Boobs Novels & Stories

That fitted red dress is a problem—low-cut, short as hell, and clinging to her like it was made for her. Her black hair falls in these soft waves, framing her face perfectly. And her face? Beautiful. Oval, smooth skin, and those green eyes are practically glowing. But it’s the rest of her that’s got me fucked up. Her legs aren’t long, but they’re smooth, toned, and straight, and all I can think about is them wrapped around my neck while I pound Into her relentlessly. Stop it. Pull it together. But then my eyes wander to her boobs—round, perky, full. Where the hell has she been hiding that under all those baggy hoodies? And her hips? Perfectly proportioned, leading to that round ass and tiny

Plodding backwoods Robyn is the everyday reality. I undress and strip out of my sports bra and briefs. Then I stand and stare at myself, taking stock. I'm slim and toned, with only the slightest hint of extra padding around my bum. At least there's that, I suppose. If I can't be hot I can at least be hardcore. I cup my breasts and squeeze them together gently. Adequate cleavage. Not that it matters right now, given that I'm my only lover.

Something that should not exist in reality; should only be in sculptures or sketched in books. The breadth of her shoulders and the flare of her hips. The ratio of bicep to forearm to fingers. Hip to knee to ankle. The way her brown hair -- twisted in that long, cute braid hung down over her shoulder and kissed the tops of her breasts. That cute, shy smile that spread across her face and filled her dark, lustrous eyes. Even Soraya's imperfections only enhanced what she had. Her stomach wasn't completely flat, but cutely rounded. Her arms were a bit too skinny, her shoulders slightly too wide. Her breasts magnificent, pointed orbs capped with light pink nipples, were a little oversized for th

I had no idea. The room was dark, but I saw plenty by the moonlight. Her broad shoulders tapered down to a tiny bubble butt. Slim hips and long legs. Her breasts, full and perky like only a twenty-year-old's could be, were topped by small, coral nipples that pointed to daylight. Her bush was trimmer than I'd seen before, covering what looked to be a nice, tidy pussy.

Her waist was slender, but her hips were wide, and her core was wonderfully toned, which some refer to as the 11-line abs. A little further down, her slit was clean and freshly shaved. Her thighs were quite strong for such a petite woman. Ida carefully let the robe fall from her shoulders to the floor, allowing her to see her entirety. She then allowed her fingertips to brush her skin. She began by cupping one breast and gently massaging it as her breath became thick. After a few seconds of fiddling with it, her nipples stiffened.

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.

The small goosebumps from the forbidden arousal. My legs involuntarily twist. I’m slowly slipping into the shy girl tent. “I… Uh…” “We could get caught.” “Not if you’re working.” I push forward. The weight of my breasts is too much for the small bra cup. My cleavage pumps out with a heavy gush. His eyes fall on my soft watermelons and his look softens. Blood pools beneath my skin. The rush causes my body to go warm. I remain arched forward, feeding him with the good view of my soft heavy breasts.

I resist the edge to readjust. I shake my head and try to focus back on our mate. But that just makes me check her out. Her body is slender but toned. She has to be close to 5'11" because she reaches our shoulders. Her breasts aren't small, but they aren't huge either. I would bet anything that my earlier guess of C cups is correct. And it's all-natural because currrennnttlllyyy she has no bra on. Their perky plumpness is all-natural. My penis twitches, and Eros howls with lust.

Her boobs were as imprudent as disrespect. Oh heaven me! She had the perfect body shape. Perfect B-cup boobs, perky and imprudent. And oh! Her waistline! How can I afford to ignore the 20-inch waistline that accentuates into hips of 40? My eyes trailed down her body, assessing every inch of her like I wanted to brand my eyes on her. When they stopped trailing, they landed on the spot I had just finished with. Her pussy. Oh! She has them all perfect.

He looked like some sort of demented version of Alice in Wonderland. Veronica, a redhead with green eyes, was half Irish on her mother's side and gorgeous. She had pouty lips and a perfectly-portioned nose. Her skin was milky and flawless. She was five feet, seven inches tall and had very voluptuous 34DDD sized boobs. She had a slim waist with toned legs and a flat stomach. She worked on her figure 5 days a week. From time to time, she had done some part-time full-figured lingerie modeling, of which Chloe was secretly jealous.