Other Words For Boobs Novels & Stories

Raphael asks once I'm done dressing up. “Life is nothing without boobs and you know it. Life is literally nothing without boobs," I emphasise when I remember that mother's feed their babies milk through their boobs. “While ass is life, boobs are the solution to every life problem. Imagine coming home after a long day at work, resting on your chicks huge boobs while telling her how awful your day was. The softness of those bad boys would heal any real man and instantly make him feel better. That's healing bro... instant healing."

He began fantasizing about one of his preferred acts, boob fucking. To Elvis, boob fucking was a major visual turn on while the sensual delight was a clear contrast between the more satisfying massaging of the top of his dick with the hands together with gripping those mounds and the delicate friction offered by the smooth skin of a breast. He fantasized about fucking her boobs and pressing them together with her milk lubricating his cock and the valley between her mounds. He would occasionally pop his dick into her mouth to fuck her face to add to the sensual delight of boob fucking and supplementing the pleasure of watching a mixture of his semen and seed covering her chest as a necklace.

Vikas is filled with contentment as he felt happy and smiling as he looks up at Neha still sucking on her boobs. He saw that she was totally a mess in his arms. The way he always liked her or any other woman. "You love it when I have your milk?" He asked romancing her as he pleased her peppering kisses on her neck, shoulder, jaw, chest, and of course over her boobs. Boobs are a must as it is his favourite destination. "Yes, I did. Want more?" She asked as she grab her right boob still moaning with the effect of kisses and forward her boob to his mouth.

I loved it so fucking, treating my body like an hidden treasure. He moaned as he placed his hands on my boobs, bringing them out of my dress on his palm. He landed soft and passionate kisses on them. “My babies.” He moaned. My boobs are his babies, on some cases he referred them as my twins while I called his dick, my rod. Gently, he pulled up my gown, hanging them on my shoulder. His hands moved in a zig zagged direction on my inner thighs. “Uhmm...m.” I moaned.

It was a tease, I wished to flip her and pound her until she was jerking and fainting a couple times as she shot her load. “ Babe.” She moaned, her eyes stuck on mine.. She called me babe, she bent over, pushing her boobs clothed by her shirt on my body. I groaned and said, “ Good girl.” She flashed me a smile. She smirked, tearing her shirt and throwing the pieces away, she quickly unbuckled her bra. Her succulent boobs popped out with her cherry pink nipples staring at me. I gulped, my mouth grew wet and my teeths clamped. She stared at my expression, she pushed her boobs to my face.

Was I finally making progress into their stone cold hearts? I slipped into the tights with a grunt nonetheless. The bra came next, and as the pads pressed against my chest, I wanted to scream. “My boobs may be small,” I hissed under my breath, glaring at my reflection in the mirror, “but padding isn’t my best girl, it’s my mortal enemy. It made my boobs twice the size and they floated on my chest like souvenirs. Hell nah. The second you vultures look away, I swear I’m ripping these imposters out.”

It was such a nice feeling, and one she was aching to feel herself. "Yeah, sure," Brook replied, trying not to sound like she was making too big a deal out of it. "I mean, who doesn't like boobs, right?" Cindy snickered briefly, but her cherry fresh nipples were hard and poking outward. Brook could tell her friend was just as eager to feel someone else's hands on her tits as she was.

"Oh please! Don't lie! I caught you both looking again!" she said with a little giggle. "Look boys, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's perfectly normal to be drawn to boobs. Especially at your age and especially if the boobs are as big as mine." She brought the glasses to the sink and turned around to face the boys. "Look here, boys."

Pulling her hands away, I kissed her lips. “Just tell me what you want me to call them.” her eyes softened. “I do like what you called them,” she blushed. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” My dragon sighed, relieved she was alright and not repulsed. “Some people call them breasts, boobs and this part here,” she pointed to the hardened pebble. “Tits or nipples,” she spat. “I still like your way better. Words coming from your mouth just sound better,” she smiled shyly.

he teases. “Says who?” I cock a brow in challenge. “Says these perky little nuggets,” he says and grabs my breasts, his thumb zeroing on my hardened nipples. I gasp in indignation and smack his hands away. “Did you just call my boobs nuggets?” Jace snickers. “No, I meant your nipples. They’re like a pair of tasty nuggets. Or sweet lollipops. I want to snack on them all the time,” he explains and puts his palm back on my breasts again as if it's his favorite stress ball.