The Little Big Book Of Breasts นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said, breaking the silence. Alexander stepped closer, towering over me. My back hit the elevator wall as he leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "Your breasts," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, "are works of art. The way they swell above that dress, begging to be touched. The way your nipples harden when I look at you." His hand came up, not touching me but hovering inches from my chest. "Men are drawn to breasts because they represent everything soft and nurturing in this world, while simultaneously being the most intimate part of a woman's body."

Alfi sneaks his hand to Varz’s kimono cleavage, and Varz strokes Alfi’s left chest, which is not covered by his jacket. "Eh?! Why is her breast so small? I am also sure that Kartika’s breast is not this small, though I am sure she’s around A cup. Oh, never mind, size doesn’t matter as long as I can touch and suck them.” Alfi thought stroking "her" "breast" passionately. "Eh?! Why is her breast so big? I am sure that her breasts are as thick as a board. Don’t tell me she has increased their volume just for me?? I am so happy." Varz thought stroking "her" "breast" passionately.

She had large breasts and she knew it. Very, very large breasts, a size you don't often see in an office setting. Among the office's male population, her boobs were a common source of conversation, the uninitiated seeking out those who had seen them in the flesh, seeking out the juicy details.

Gods, her breasts were all I could focus on. With a gentle and practiced movement, I reached up and unclasped her bra. The delicate fabric slid easily off her shoulders, revealing two perfect mounds that bounced with each breath. They were like works of art, perfectly sculpted and inviting to the touch. As they were freed from their constraint, a soft sigh escaped from her lips, adding to the anticipation and desire in the air.

As he lit up on my body, I grabbed my breasts from the front to fondle them. But my boobs told me they needed those large hands and not mine.

Her breasts magnificent, pointed orbs capped with light pink nipples, were a little oversized for the rest of her body. Full and supple; nipples like sharp, strawberry nubs.

Morning came, and Alexander's head was killing him. He'd dreamed about that witch again, and not even in his dreams had he managed to shake this thing he had for her. The pillow was so comfortable — soft, plush, warm. It smelled amazing, and he pressed in closer to the pillow, sliding his hand over it and finding himself giving it a slow squeeze. "Feels like a breast," he mumbled, still half asleep. "It is a breast. It doesn't just feel like one. And it's my breast you're groping."

I'm trying to make sure I don't get caught staring and hopefully at them. Thankfully, her head is faced down. Oh, she's crying. She can't even see me. Hell. I curse inwardly when a foolish thought finds its way to my mind; if I should massage those breasts with my big hands, if I just keep kneading them like a dough… Will they swell more than they are? Will they get bigger automatically, fast, perhaps? I honestly don't like females with tiny breasts. Why? They have absolutely nothing to offer. If I want a woman riding my dick or tickling my fancy, I need the kind with a big backside and grab-able front side.

It is incredible how firm they are. Tiff’s tits are soft and small with these gorgeous nipples that poke out perfectly for sucking. But this girl has about five times the breasts that Tiff has. Her nipples fit perfectly between my ring and middle finger. My hands stay on her breasts but fail to move. Just glued there. Smiling like a little vixen that is posted on my wall she seductively pushes her bikini bottoms to the ground. I think I just came a million times over my dick will not move. I’m trying to breathe...I remember being in a doctor's office and someone yelling at someone to breathe...the room is cloudy and there are people around all staring and smiling…

I saw her breasts were popping out from all sides of the bra, waiting for the release they're longing for. She wanted to pull up her bra over the breasts, but it was tight, so she just unhooked her bra and let her monstrous breasts free. Her breasts were huge and white with visible swollen red-greenish veins. She had light brown areolae and erect nipples the size of the nail of a thumb. Small milk droplets were already formed on the tip of her nipples. I was drooling, looking at her in awe.