Odeya Rush Boobs Novels & Stories

All too soon the bathroom door opens and Adea steps out and I’m left breathless. My jaw drops and Troy growls low. I see her long legs first, my eyes travel up for what seems like forever. They glisten with water and I gulp when my eyes reach her thighs. She’s got a thigh gap. She’s bare and she has a small love mark that sits right above her pussy. My throat is dry as Troy sucks in a deep breath. She’s got the perfect hourglass shape and my eyes run up quickly past her plump breasts. “Oh, fuck,” Troy moans. I can feel what he’s feeling and I cannot be feeling that right now.

I guess we’re both virgins in that respect. Kimi and Rose are both babes, but in different ways. I started comparing them as we ran. Rose is petite. She’s maybe just over five feet tall, but that’s cool since I’m just under six feet. I usually round up and say I am six feet, but I know I’m just shy of it. Her creamy mocha skin is super soft, and I just really enjoy torturing her with the little hairs on the back of her neck during science. She’s got really cute dark brown curls, and deep brown eyes framed by thick lashes. She’s got curves, too. Nice ones. I’d bet her bra is at least a C cup, maybe a D. Perfect for me to get a handful while sucking on them. Her ass is sweet, too. Not too firm

Her face was completely flushed, red instead of the light pink that she’d turned during class. “Emmett…what are you…?” Her voice hitched and she squeaked, her eyes closing. My fingers found her nipple and I’d given it a slight tug. “How were you hiding these under your clothes? I feel cheated, Prez.” She chuckled. “It’s…my mom’s side. I do my best to not let my ass get too big but I feel like it’s a losing battle with my boobs.” My eyebrow rose. “You realize that if you let your ass just get a little bigger, you’d be the most popular girl in school. You’d have them eating out of the palm of your hands. The ground you walked on would be kissed as they watched you walk away.”

Her smooth, chocolate-toned belly was a sight to behold. Her DD cup boobs were what initially caught my attention. In my view, they were her most striking features, and she was aware of how much I admired them. They drive me wild, just thinking about them made me lick my lips in anticipation of the possibilities. And I know they are her sensitive spots.

She held that little piece together covering her boobs. "Huh! Rishi!" She shook her head in a no. God she is so sexy. Her eyes literally call me. I pushed her hands away. But that lace went along with her hands to its side, exposing my favorite spot on her. I took her mounds in my hands and started massaging. Her buds are already erect and hard. I squeezed them and pulled her buds between my fingers. She is a moaning mess.

Rosheen's eyes widened. "V-Violetta? You followed me?!" The woman rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her busty chest. My eyes lingered there, and when I looked at mine, I pursed my lips. I saw the other girls do the same. We are not flat-chested, but the woman has a big busty chest and the buttons on her blouse are about to pop. "Damn those big boobs!" Rosheen pursed her lips with furrowed eyebrows and groaned. I looked at her chest and stifled a laugh.

She had a narrow build, but big hips and a big butt. The girl who sat down next to me was spectacularly beautiful. She wasn't just the prettiest t-girl I'd ever seen, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was Indian, with long black hair and smooth, dusky skin. Her eyes were large and brown but they seemed to shimmer when she looked at you. Her eye lashes were very long and her features were perfect. Her nose was small and upturned; her lips were pouty and pink. Her breasts were quite large, 36-C and her body was stunning. Even in her prison uniform I could see she had the build of an underwear model, with a round butt, toned stomach, long legs, the whole nine yards. I'd never

More beautiful than her friend. Her hair was straight, dark black in color and pouring down to her mid-back. Slim, full lips, strong cheek-bones, and smooth coloring. Her eyes glimmered with intelligence, but her body made you think otherwise. Even though she shorter and more petite than her friend, somehow, someway, her boobs were even bigger than her friend's. They were just huge. Massive, succulent breasts, nearly obscene, but they appeared to be all-natural like her friend's.

I asked innocently, continuing to stare into her brown eyes. She grinned, but replied in a more serious tone, "Perhaps I have not met the right man for me yet." Her dress slipped down over her breasts, and I caught sight of her chest, full and plump, and her nipples poking through the fabric of her brassiere. A crimson, silky one - with black lace at the top. Her bosom spilled out of it, as if desperate for escape. The sight of her breasts made my head spin with desire, and I was starting to feel overwhelmed.

“Why did you beat him black and blue? His nose is bleeding. How hard did you hit him?” Essa rolled her eyes angrily. “Who let him touch my chest!” “Can you tell me how many times it happened this month? Can’t you make your boobs less of a problem?” “These are real boobs. You think they’re fake and I can make them smaller or bigger as I wish? I was born this way. What can I do?” “…”