Novel & Cerita Other Words For Boobs

"Well I need something round and soft, something very squeezable to keep my hands busy and focus on my thoughts. My stress-ball was perfect, but perhaps you can provide me with an alternative." “Sure, master, just tell me what do you need? Your whore is right here to serve you.” "What about those busty boobs of yours?" Will replied with a smirk, licking his lips in eager anticipation. "My boobs?" Anna asked in surprise. Her hands rose up unconsciously to her chest and caressed over there. He nodded. "Yes, they're perfect! They’re nice, handful and firm, I know it all. I know how squeezable they are." “Ummm….” She moaned and pressed her own boobs, closing her eyes as she could already feel th

the Big boobs girl said and laughed. I turned to look at Big boobs again, a shiny object attached to her belly button caught my eyes. Her blouse was high enough to show her belly. Big boobs winked at me. "Have fun!" she screamed and bared her tongue at me. It was the longest tongue I have ever seen. I wonder how her mouth held such a length. It was like a mango leaf in a baby's mouth. Her eyes flashed in the dark and they were beautiful.

Athena said plainly. "Or tits," Mariah blurted. "Boobs, jugs, mangos, the globes, hooters, and so many other things your man can call them." As the other girls giggled, I continued to write on a small notepad that sat in the middle of the table. This was all valuable information, and I needed to study this later. "Mariah, they cannot be called tits because that word specifically talks about these, the nipples." Parisa and Mariah still holding each other's hands while keeping a straight face.

“No, that is just what it is called sometimes.” Nathan went on to explain that my lady parts were called a vagina, pussy, kitty, cunt, and that I had breasts, boobs, tits, knockers and so on. I did not know that body parts could have so many names.

I traced the patterns with my fingertips, acknowledging the strength that lay beneath the surface. Apart from the slowly healing scars, my body spoke of a different story. My gaze lingered on the curves and contours, a visual journey of self-discovery. My breasts, at least a D cup, exuded softness and allure. My curvy figure embraced flesh where it counted, a testament to my sex appeal.

Liana's father who had been all to happy to return to his attention to the crossword puzzle in his news paper suddenly didn't give a rat's ass what number four across, five letters, another word for female's breasts, begins with a B. "Boobs." Liana's father mumbled answering his own question, his mouth dropping open now giving Ashley a strange smile. Collen and Ashley both stood rooted just a little on the side of stunned and confused. They really hadn't expected anyone else to be in the house besides the three of them, then the fact Liana's parents both seem to be taking the situation rather well, especially when taking into consideration most people would only arrive to one conclusion see

He bit my lower lip and sucked my tongue ,sucked it like hell driving me crazy. His lips traced back down my neck then he unhooked my bra ,tossed it aside then he adored a look at both my bobbies cupped both of them on his hands in admiration ," These are mine now ,Sabrina, only mine," he says. My boobs are heavy and big and I know they're one of the reasons why I'm a head turner and I'm proud of that. I have big boobs and big booties because I workout to fit, I'm a figure OC that's why.

She held it in place for a moment, before letting it fall and revealing her glorious breasts. They were very large without being gross big. Her boobs were incredibly full, perky, and round, seeming to completely defy gravity. Her pencil-eraser nipples stuck out from small areolas. Goosebumps littered her skin as the cool air rushed over her boobs. "Holy fuck these are amazing," I complimented. I sat up so they were at eye-level and cupped both tits with my hands. "What size?" I asked. "About a 32E, depends on the brand," she answered.

They pelted me with their bras. For my insistence on gender equality, I got to watch breasts bounce all over the place. Do Upper Crust babes want to be ogled like sex objects? Of course not - that's vulgar, demeaning and opposed to every fiber of their beliefs in female empowerment. So, every wiggle, jiggle, and 'subconscious' tweaking of their nipples was absolutely unintentional.

From the looks of it, she was a size DDD. It was obvious that she was not going to free them on her own, but her protest was weak, a “No,” that whispered, Keep working me and I’ll give in. I want to give in. She didn’t like her breasts because they “weren’t butch,” she said. Because they presented her curvy female body to everyone she met. Oh, but they were butch. Sade just didn’t think the words butch and breasts belonged together. I, however, thought they were a match made in heaven. No cap, her boobs were beautiful.