Sarah Jessica Parker Boobs Novels & Stories

My future ahead is very bright and everyone could tell I've just begun living my life. "Ouch!" She exclaimed dramatically. "Sorry Sarah. I just suck at lying you know." I replied and she smiled softly. My eyes couldn't help but stroll to her cleavage for the 10th time today. She's not my type, but the naughty boy in me was wondering how her breast got this big. She used to have a flat chest, but now it is so full and obviously enticing to other men except me. I deal with big shots and my taste is very high and unique.

The taller one stood behind her, pressing the barrel of his gun lightly against her lower back. “Strip,” the taller one ordered. Sarah’s hands trembled as she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing her full breasts. She hesitated, then slid her sleep shorts and panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She stood completely naked , 32 years old, curvy, soft in all the right places, her nipples already hardening from fear and the cool air. Mark’s eyes were wide with horror. “Sarah… baby, you don’t have to, ”

My mom's name is Sara and she's a gorgeous brunette. She petite with nice boobs and a super cute butt. After my dad moved out mom started working out and running more. She also acquired some new sexy workout clothes. She looks hot in sports bras and yoga pants. I was finding myself more and more attracted to her. I see lots of hot girls on campus, but I had this thing for my mom. I wanted her more than any girl and I had to do something about it.

Kara's breasts were works of art. The soft, pale flesh was naturally enhanced by her red-hair. Her areolas were a little larger than quarters and they seemed to puff out slightly. The curve of the breasts seemed to defy gravity and curve upwards, even more so when she arched her back or leaned backwards.

Was that what women called it? Lying was bad – so I admit I loved the latest trend; big butts on women. Especially when they had strong legs. Breasts were a plus too – and there she was; a woman with the perfect body in my eyes, and with such a striking personality that I would never get bored of her. Her black jogging pants were tight and see through when she bent down, a treat in my eyes, especially since she wore a thong. Sara's running shoes were so worn you barely could see the Nike sign anymore, but it proved she was a devoted runner.

The fabric slides over my stomach, my ribs, my breasts still hidden in plain white cotton. I lift my arms automatically. The sweater disappears. Four sharp intakes of breath. "Fuck,” Tyler breathes. Jacob’s hands find my thighs, sliding up over my jeans, mapping the shape of me while Marcus unclasps my bra from behind. The straps fall down my shoulders and I catch it automatically – instinct – but Jacob gently lowers my hands. “Let us see you.” The bra falls away. I honestly believe my breasts are nothing special. Average. The kind of breasts that disappear into sensible bras and baggy sweaters. But the way these four men are staring at them – like they’re starving and I’m a feast – makes me

She was only a young girl, but she held the curves of the most voluptuous woman you’ve ever seen. Today, Jessica’s DD tits were squeezed into an undersized bra, forcing an abundance of cleavage to pop out of her tiny hot pink t-shirt. She wore straight leg jeans that hugged her curvy hips and outlined her plump little ass.She was quite simply; made to fuck. “Suck my tits!” Jessica moaned into her boyfriend Porter’s ear. “Come on, Porter. Suck harder!” Porter eagerly licked Jessica’s large round nipple, her pink areola forcing its way into his hungry mouth.

Jason was a good-looking guy who was in good shape, but Jessica was literally stunning. She had beautiful brown eyes, a classic nose, and full lips. She had long dark hair, a slender waist, and gorgeous legs. Her breasts were natural. When she wore a bra, which was not often, she wore a 32C cup. Her tits were large enough to draw and keep attention without being so big that they drooped. Simply put, they were perky and perfect. And when there was even the slightest chill in the air, her nipples hardened and protruded upward.

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.