Sarah Jessica Parker Boobs Novels & Stories

Sara whispers back, and Beerus snarls in our head. I gently rub the side of her face as I try to control my urge to prove to her just how much I desire her. "Disappointed in what," I mumble, and she blushes before looking down. I barely manage to keep my eyes on her face. I want to peak at her breasts so bad, but I'm not sure she is actually ready. She isn't acting ready. "Disappointed in the fact that I don't have bigger boobs or a big butt," Sara replies, and this time, I growl.

He didn't reply. Instead he finished unwrapping her chest. It took every millimeter of self-control he could muster to keep a poker face. Sure, there was a lot of healing to do, but he could already tell his sister's new boobs were fantastic. Great, add this to her beautiful face, impossibly long legs and glorious tush. Jess had just piled on one more ridiculously hot thing about her for him to try not to think about. Her new breasts were large, gravity-defying teardrops. They sat a little high right now, but when they settled in she would be ready for a centerfold.

Tonight, while watching her breasts practically on display through her soaked shirt, that ache felt unbearable. “I’m drenched,” she laughed, standing in my bedroom and peeling the soaked blouse off without closing the door. Her full, heavy breasts spilled into a black lace bra that barely held them. Water trickled down her cleavage and my mouth went dry. She caught me looking and instead of covering up, Sarah reached behind her and unhooked her bra slowly, as if she was putting on a show for me or maybe it was just my imagination. It dropped to the floor and I stared at her perfect tits—round, soft, with stiff pink nipples that were already hard as pebbles.

Fatass is way better than Mister Hippo. "Lazarus? Do you have anything you want to tell me?" Sarah crosses her arms in front of her chest, and my eyes instantly fly to her boobies. I swear this pregnancy thing is fucking awesome; the tits don't stop swelling. I know they're talking about something. I should listen and focus on their conversation, but damn those tits. They move up and down a little, jiggle every time Sarah moves a bit more sharply, and I can nearly imagine the taste of her nipples in my mouth.

True. Rebecca had just slipped into her pj’s, her skin still stinging from the hot bath she’d soaked in for an hour. Her latest romance novel sat limp on the side of the tub, the air moist with heat. She tugged at her hair, pulling the long copper strands into a bun and walking from the bathroom, a growl on her lips at having to still wear her bra with her nightgown. Parker had gone out for soda and would be home any minute. Even though she wasn’t incredibly blessed in the bust area, there was enough there to get his attention. “I’m thinking a stump with boobs would get his attention.”

The wet, obscene sounds of her fingering me filled the room. Jake groaned, stroking faster. “Jesus Christ… you two are so fucking hot.” Sarah smiled against my breast, biting gently before pulling off with a pop. “Watch this, baby,” she told him. She pushed me back on the couch, stripping my shorts off in one smooth motion. I was completely naked now, legs spread, my smooth pink pussy glistening and open for both of them. Sarah shrugged off her robe, letting it pool on the floor. Her body was incredible—full, heavy tits with dark, hard nipples, wide hips, and a shaved pussy that looked swollen and wet.

I could feel the heat of her stare like a physical touch. My next dare: “Take the bra off.” Sarah reached behind her back, the movement pushing her breasts forward. She unhooked the clasp and let the lace slide down her arms, dropping it beside her. Her breasts spilled free—full, round, and perfect in the crimson light. Dark pink nipples, already tight and sensitive, begged for attention. She sat there, breathing a little faster, watching my reaction. I could feel myself getting painfully hard. “Truth or dare?” she asked, her voice huskier now.

Kate felt worked up, just thinking about this. “Easy” Sarah started undressing. This made Kate slightly surprised. “I will show you something. But promise me that what ever you see. You won't panic, alright?” Kate didn't respond as she already had a rough idea of what Sarah was upto. Sarah handed her clothes to Kate to hold, which she held close to her blossom. Looking at Sarah, she couldn't help but admire her body. Her breasts were curved and pointed upward as if begging to be touched and pleased. One could see how curving her hips were. For the first time. Kate had images she never thought she would have. And those images burned in her memories.

Sarah held tight to me and said, "Your grandpa was looking at your boobies when you were trying on the shirts." "You know what Sarah, my titties aren't that big so if someone wants to look at them, it makes me feel good because guys are always making comments about women with big titties. Even when I do wear a bra, I don't have enough to have any cleavage. Hey, a girl has to do what a girl has to do. I hope grandpa enjoyed the view."

She gave me a sexy smile as she stood up on the balls of her feet and stretched her hands high in the air. The towel fell off almost immediately. Sasha hooted and whistled. Jessica, unperturbed and gloriously naked, arched back, nearly pressing her pussy into my towel covered crotch. Her body was lean and hard, except for the swell of her B cup breasts and the soft, downy hair over her pussy. She had a dusting of freckles on her shoulders that I found incredibly sexy. Her nipples were small and pale pink. My cock tried its best to just right through my towel to get to the young woman in front of me.