Trish Stratus Boobs Novels & Stories

He gasps as the dress falls down and he sees that I am wearing a black strapless bra. I always knew that Tristan had a weakness for black underwear. He kisses down to my bra and kisses and sucks on the tops of my breasts as he makes quick work of the hooks on my bra throwing it with his clothes. He stares at my chest and smirks up at me before engulfing one of my nipples in his mouth. "Fuck Tris please don't stop."

Her heart sped up a little. "Exactly," Sofia said, removing her t-shirt. Her breasts dangled freely, and Lisa saw that her nipples were indeed dark, almost black, about the size of store-bought chocolate cookies. She also had a belly button ring, and a small scar on her left abdomen. It looked surgical.

I was content with my big chest and the fat that covered my legs. I think everyone should quit passing judgment on others and just be content with what they have. Where the three of us weren't, Trista was willing to put in the hours at the gym to maintain her figure. She was that slim. However, Lily was a petite girl, and after she shed her baby weight, she would become tiny with enormous breasts.

Then they said I had to play again, this time with Trina, as we were the only two still dressed. We began and I quickly found myself in a difficult position, with my ass right in Trina's face. This time I wasn't as shocked when I felt Trina begin to suck on my pussy, and controlling myself as Mike called out Trina's next color, Trina had to stop when I reached for my next position. But she fell and I was left the only one with clothes on after Trina had stripped naked. I had never seen such big nipples before. They were almost three inches across and the ends stuck out at least a half an inch. Like Vicky, she had absolutely no hair on her pussy and her slit was easily visible as she stood th

“Strip. Slowly. Show your CEO exactly what she owns now.” With trembling fingers, Lila removed her suit jacket, then unbuttoned her blouse. Her modest C-cup breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff and aching. She pushed the pants down her hips, letting them pool at her ankles. Her massive futa cock sprang up hard and heavy, slapping against her toned stomach with a wet sound. Thick veins pulsed along the shaft, the fat purple head glistening with a steady flow of precum that dripped onto the floor.

I resist the edge to readjust. I shake my head and try to focus back on our mate. But that just makes me check her out. Her body is slender but toned. She has to be close to 5'11" because she reaches our shoulders. Her breasts aren't small, but they aren't huge either. I would bet anything that my earlier guess of C cups is correct. And it's all-natural because currrennnttlllyyy she has no bra on. Their perky plumpness is all-natural. My penis twitches, and Eros howls with lust.

"You're welcome to join me on the couch and help me judge these beautiful ladies' attributes. "Not a chance, Big Brother," Lauren says defiantly as she unclasps her top and shrugs it off her shoulders. Holy fuck! Her tits are perfect. Slightly smaller than Alex's but still quite full with wide, pink areolas and gumdrop shaped nipples. "Line up," I say as if none of this is bothering me in the slightest. Shit! Who wouldn't give his left nut to have four teenage beauties lined up in front of him ready for inspection? I stand up, adjusting my cock as I do, which doesn't go unnoticed by any of the girls.

Tristin My gaze lands on her long legs, clad in a black pencil skirt. Then, lift to a white silk blouse that hugs her figure, highlighting her boobs that have grown bigger after giving birth to our son. “ Tristin… ” She calls my name, a little too squeaky. My gaze snaps up to meet her innocent black eyes, and I freeze. If I just look into her eyes…I will forget about the pictures, about the sting in my bones, and the anger in my blood.

Emma drawled slowly, dragging my name like she was tasting it, “you about to spread those legs wide and shake your boobs for strangers every damn night. Get used to being naked the second somebody says strip. This ain’t no shy-girl game no more. Welcome to the hustle, baby.” I shrugged off the blouse, popped the bra hook, and let my heavy boobs spill out free. Nipples already hard as bullets from the cold AC blast and the straight-up realness hanging thick in the room. That thin scar slashed across my ribs caught the light. A prison gift from some hoe who tried to kill me over a single pack of smokes. Bitch learned quick.

The only thing it barely covered was my nipples and vagina. I turned to a side and clenched my buttcheeks. They were firm and lifted from all the hours at the gym, but it wasn’t as big and plump as all those stunning girls on social media. I stood straight and looked at my breasts as if they were my greatest assets. Being a naturally busty girl was both a blessing and a curse. I removed my scrunchie and let my beautiful strawberry-blonde hair flow down to my waist. I was somewhat of an attractive girl with grey eyes and plump lips.