Stephanie Beatriz Boobs Novels & Stories

It wasn't until she looked down and realized her blouse was see-through that she clutched her chest lamely, her face flushing with embarrassment. Chad's expression turned from desire to disgust. "Are you going to be indecent in my office?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Olivia mouthed another apology, her eyes cast downward. She couldn't believe she had forgotten to wear a bra under her sheer blouse. She felt like crawling under a rock and hiding. But Chad's gaze still lingered on her, his eyes devouring her breasts like a starving man. He couldn't help himself, couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of her almost-naked body.

Not when I was wearing a dress that was practically painted on. It was emerald green, with a sweetheart neckline that pushed my heavy breasts up to my collarbone, and a skirt that clung desperately to my thick thighs and soft waist. I knew exactly what I was doing. I wasn't some stick-thin, fragile socialite like the other girls my mom dragged to charity galas. I was built for sin, with curves that demanded attention, and for once, I actually wanted men to stare. I wanted to feel dangerous. I wanted to feel like I had some control over my own body before Arthur Sterling claimed it for his household.

@stacie_winter: You always talk about your so called girlfriend, yet you never post her. I'm starting to think that you're either lying to me or ur gay. My eyebrows furrow together as I read her message to him. Who is this bitch? My fingers click open the chat, seeing all the previous messages she's sent to him in which he hasn't replied to. Thirsty much? I then go to her account before scrolling through her photos. Most of her pictures consist of her in a bikini or some form of lingerie, while showcasing her very nicely shaped buttocks to her fairly large following.

"I thought so last night, too." She gasped, throwing a leg over my hip. "I noticed that, too. I went up a bra size, I don't know how long it'll last, though." Feeling my mouth water, I kissed my way down her neck, to her chest, then took her nipple into my mouth and sucked lightly. Anita whimpered as she hugged her arms around my neck. Distractedly, I won-dered if milk would come out if I sucked hard enough. The thought made me shudder.

she laughed. Stephanie took a deep breath but didn't answer. She saw Kelly get a funny look on her face. With a sheepish look the pretty woman said, "Will you watch me... watch me masturbate." Stephanie closed her eyes and moaned. This was too much. However, in spite of her reluctance, she nodded her head. Kelly stood up and pulled her top over her head, revealing her soft breasts. They were round and firm with large pink nipples that were as hard as pebbles and stuck out a full quarter of an inch. Kelly cupped her breasts as if holding them out to Stephanie.

The woman had literally dropped her bag and opened her trench coat to show Gabriel something interesting. Sabrina raised her brows and covered Gabriel’s eyes. She stood up and twisted the swivel chair so he wouldn’t see it again. Sabrina noted everything on her body. She had fake big boobs and nice curves, but she could still see fat on them. She was sexy, but her boobs were saggy, and she looked like a p**n star. Beatrice was too surprised, so she immediately covered her body and flushed in embarrassment. Beatrice noticed the ring on Sabrina’s hand, so she covered her body and picked up her bag. She exhaled and brushed her hair.

But when I try to stand Alpha Caleb's girlfriend, Stephanie comes around the corner in time to kick my hands out from underneath me causing me to face plant again and laughs. Ugh. That high pitched nasal laugh makes me want to rip my ears off. I have no idea how Caleb puts up with it all the time. She's dressed in a highlighter pink strapless dress that ends at her mid thigh and a red sweater with 5 inch silver heels. Her face is plastered in such thick makeup, I can't help but cringe. She looks like Barbie after a drunken night on the town. Yikes. She's probably over six feet tall, with model legs, long blonde hair, and honey brown eyes. Stephanie could be pretty if she didn't try so hard.

I said, rolling my eyes and taking a bite of my pizza. "What? Shut up. I refuse to believe that. Green eyes are rare, and you've got those plus natural blonde hair! Do you know how many girls would pay anything to have that? You're not even fifty kilos, and you're five-eight! You could be a model. I'm still shocked you live in such a small town. You should be on the runway for Victoria's Secret or Louis Vuitton," Steph said. "And don't think I'm a creep, but I saw your file on Finn's desk," she laughed.

At first, I didn’t know what he meant by fancy but I once I saw the outside of this meet up, it all became clear. I wore a black dress that went just below my knees, the top half was a corset like dress which was sheer, while the skirt flared out a tiny bit. I wore black heels while curling my hair at the button. I was trying to keep myself busy so I wouldn’t overthink what’s about to happen, it wasn’t just down to Markus but also worrying if they’ll find out I’m working with Jacob and what they’d do. I take one last look in the mirror at myself, I used as much makeup as I could to hide the cuts and bruises up my face and arms, I looked somewhat like myself I suppose. With a sigh I pick my p

Our lips broke apart as he moved, and I leaned up enough for him to throw my shirt aside. I went to try and cover my breasts as he knelt between my legs, looking down at me in his dimly lit room. “Please… don’t hide from me.” Stephen softly pleaded, taking my hands gently to prevent me from covering myself. I felt like my heart was about to beat out of my chest. Stephen’s gaze slowly drifted from my face, and I feared what he would think. I’m not small. Nothing about me is small between my mother’s and father’s genetics. I already wear a 90 E bra.