Other Words For Boobs Novels & Stories

My boobs were medium sized and also very perky. “Damn mama, did your breast grow bigger or it had been long since i saw them?” “I am not sure.” I grabbed my boobs and placed them together,using my hands to flick up my nipples and rub them gently. He watched in silence as I continued doing this, his mouth wide opened from gawking at me. I poured in some glycerin on my boobs and spread it all over my boobs, massaging it layer by layer, creating the best erotic feel and slowly making my nipples hard.

“What did you just say?” Olive’s boobs really were nice. They were a little more than a handful, with small nipples a few shades lighter than the petals of a rose. Unlike mine, they weren’t weighed down by gravity or so large that any top was deemed provocative. Plus, she had these pretty metal charms that hung from her nipples, embedded with what had to be actual diamonds. “Your boobs are nice.” The words came out like vomit. What was left of the barrier between my thoughts and my big mouth was nothing more than a piece of damp tissue paper.

"Oh, Rachna, your boobs shine through every outfit you wear. It’s not just their shape or size; it’s the way they hint at your confidence and allure. Your subtle cleavage adds a touch of allure and mystery, leaving everyone captivated, always wondering what beautiful secrets lie beneath. They draw the eye without being overtly provocative, a testament to your innate elegance." Rachna blushed, a grateful flush spreading across her cheeks. She continued, her voice softer now. "Darling, your breasts reflect your unique beauty and confidence. They are perfectly proportioned, a harmonious part of your silhouette, and enhance your overall allure; they are a testament to your femininity, a beautifu

The aureoles were round and tiny and towered over by petite, perkily hard nipples that screamed for attention. Lee's boobs were every bit as big as I had guessed they were... had hoped that they were. But they were more... robust, more lush than my imagination had projected. Her nipples were just as excited by the situation as Lisa's, but wider, meatier, and surrounded by alluringly wrinkled circles the size of my thumb, all nearly as dark as her hair.

The girl said and I looked at her, her boobs were a bit larger than mine which made me look at them and then back at mine again “You think so?” “Yep, don't worry. You can were push-up bras to help them stay in shape and fill in or…” “Or…?” I asked. “Or…you get your boyfriend to help them grow” She chuckled and somehow my brain immediately thought of Dacre’s hands on my boobs. “I don’t have a boyfriend” I answered and she replied, “You will get one soon. You look nice, he can squeeze, pinch and suck them and soon they will grow like melons.”

he said. She closed her eyes, and let the bra drop down her arms, catching it in both hands. She stood stiff. “They’re different than I thought they’d be,” he said very softly. “Even better.” “Ohhhh,” she moaned. “I love the way they droop a little bit,” said Bobby. “It makes the nipples look like eyes, looking down.” Her eyes popped open. Nobody had ever told her what her breasts looked like. Was he serious? She looked down.

On the way my nipples were visibly hard now, straining against the fabric like they were begging for his mouth. I wondered if he was thinking about tasting them. About taking one into his mouth and sucking until I screamed. About how sensitive they’d become—how I’d probably come just from him playing with my breasts if he did it right. I was thinking about it. Getting wetter by the second. “Is there a parlour that massages boobs or something?” I mused, still rubbing, still teasing. “Like a special pregnancy spa? Because I don’t know what else to do. They’re killing me.”

She glanced down at her own soapy, glistening breasts with a little smile, then gave them a gentle bounce with her forearms. "We don't mind, do we, girls?" she cooed, speaking directly to her massive tits like they were old friends. Something about the casual way she talked to her own breasts sent a weird, twisted rush of arousal through me. It was so absurd, yet so fucking hot at the same time. My cock flexed against my zipper as I watched her treat her swollen, veined, milk-filled udders like they had opinions of their own.

Her tongue licked weakly on my boobs and her eyes rolled back. The other girls picked themselves in twos and they were already doing the scissor style. Everywhere was reeking of cum, orgasm, sweat and loud moans. My hands grabbed Claira’s boobs as she was already moaning. “Yes baby, that is it. Touch my boobs,” she screamed out. Her scream was the loudest and it turned me on even more. I was still rubbing and squeezing her boobs when I felt a thrust in my hole. “Haaa,” I let out a soft moan.

she blurted, serious. Cough! Breast? “Breast?” I repeated, “That was the best comparison you can think of?” I asked. “Yes,” she said nonchalantly. Shamelessly. “Why?” “Because men love breasts, I figured it was the best way to connect to you,” she answered. Connect to me? Seriously? I haven't even sycked a boobs… aside from my mum’s when I was very very very much a kid. I have heard a couple of guys say, boobs are one of the favorite parts of a woman but… Is it really that good?