Skinny Thick Novels & Stories

She giggled and pulled him in for a hug not without casting me a dirty look and flicks her gaze to him. The bitch wore a black thong and small boob clothing to cover her nipples because she was bug busted with a huge ass and tiny legs with her full lips and high cheek bones filled with heavy make up. There was no way in hell she wasn't botched and didn't have a plastic surgeon attending to her body every visit.

“Maybe I’ll get it as well.” I chuckle at how greedy my friend can be. “You eat more than any girl I know and yet you’re so damn skinny,” Azira says. She looks offended, holding a hand to her chest. “I’m not skinny. I’m toned and athletic.” I nod. “Right, I agree. Skinny isn’t the word to describe Adrianna’s physique.” Azira sets her hands on her hips, shaking her head. “Whatever. She’s not curvy like me.” She nods at me. “And you can’t speak because you are just as slim.”

I don't want to be this version of myself, and yet here I am. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just don't want some pretty girl thinking she's fat," he finishes. Did he just call me pretty? "You think I'm pretty?" I ask. No one's ever called me that before, not even Chad. Sammy and Selah call me pretty, but one's my sister and the other my best friend. They are technically obligated. "Yeah, so what if I do?" He smirks. His smirk reveals a hidden dimple. Crap Collin Abernathy, you somehow just got hotter. That's so not fair.

“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”

Until I got one hot email. The message was from a guy named Thick. As he described himself, he was: 36 and 6'1 225, with an 8" THICK black cock. And it was beautiful, just the biggest thick piece of meat I'd ever seen. I knew from the moment I saw that monster I had to have it in my mouth. His message described how he liked my tight ass, and desire for young white boys to hook up with. There was a certain turn-on with the way spoke, or wrote with a commanding tone. He was dominant and I wanted to submit.

her friend Ellie said—and, no, not Elizabeth and certainly not Beth, so Ellie it was, although lately she’d started silently referring to her as Skinny—before shoving another fistful of peanuts in her mouth. With a shrug, she said nothing as she tore another slender strip from the napkin. Balled it up. Slipped it between her lips, feeling it grow wet against her teeth, on her tongue. Tucked it into her cheek. Enjoyed the sense of something solid in her mouth. Then, after a moment, pulled it out and placed it on the counter. “Okay, then, yesterday?” Skinny said as she scooped up another handful of bar nuts. She nodded, unwilling to admit it’d been weeks since she’d eaten. Like, truly eaten. “

Thick thighs, soft belly, heavy tits… I’m already imagining how they’d look bouncing while I fuck you. Ava’s breath caught. Heat flooded between her legs so fast it made her dizzy. ThickLittleSecret: You don’t even know what I look like. SirM: I don’t need to. I can picture it. That fat ass of yours bent over, those thick thighs spread wide while I eat your pussy until you’re crying. I’d spank it red first. Make it jiggle under my hand. Then I’d bury my face between your legs and stay there for hours if that’s what it took to make you come on my tongue.

At last minute, I heard Artemis growl by my side pulling me close and all the whistle silenced. It was then it dawned on me what they were for. I didn’t want to brag but I particularly felt sexy in this. My stomach was bare and the tight hugged on my skin like it was a second layer of the skin. My curves were on the open. I’ve seen myself in the mirror multiple times, I’m what people would likely describe as ‘slim thick.’