Trish Stratus Boobs Novels & Stories

She did not doubt that she had charms, she cared religiously for her skin, and her huge breasts were a magnet for the unwanted look of the occasional boy. She stared at them. Her pink nipples were small and had a halo that made it appear a little bigger. Her large hips made her buttocks appear larger which makes her look very sexy. The shape of her body was what they call a guitar body, and her buttocks were round and too soft for her taste.

What he Wants in Return II SHE first started with the rope holding her blouse together, slowly loosening it and letting it fall off her body, exposing the black bra holding her bulging boobs together. Her perky heavy breasts stood high, defying gravity and stealing attention. He widened his eyes in astonishment, saying nothing. The blouse fell on the floor beneath her with no thud and she went for her skirt, slowly unzipping and letting it fall as well, revealing the tempting curves that laid beneath.

“You don’t have anything to hide.” She smiles. “You always know the right thing to say, don’t you?” she says as she slowly removes her hands from her chest, showing him her boobs. “Yes, I think…” he says. Her breasts were well-formed teardrop-shaped topped with light pink areolas and nipples. Many a day she stood in front of the mirror, wishing them to somehow grow smaller. She heard from her friends or people gossiping that smaller boobs give men satisfaction when they got their hands on them. But Austin’s expression and admiration for her boobs made her feel a bit confident.

The woman was practically foaming at the mouth thinking about all the profit her house would bring in. Liz’s hair was styled meticulously into a cute bun, tied with red ribbons and a flower ornament. Her attire was fucking lingerie—a little skirt that barely passed her ass, and a transparent shirt that left nothing to the imagination. Her boobs were on full display. This was paired with thigh-high net stockings and schoolgirl-style black sandals. Liz noted to herself that this was probably how strippers felt—or maybe even worse, since she was being sold for money.

They were huge even for a 32 size. I took her to the bed and made her lie down. The best thing about her boobs was her nipples placement. Oh! She had the best nipple placement. Also, the color of her nipples, were exciting, because her boobs were really very fair, and then nipples not so chocolate brown. They were not like victoria. She has pink nipple. Like a strawberry on cream. Shit! Why the fuck am I still thinking about her. I just started to crush those meatballs in my hand.

“This is probably how Lucy started throwing herself on doctors’ huge cocks.” She felt her nipples get hard inside her dress. The dress had cups that kept her from having to wear a bra, but now she was worried that her nipples were showing. She didn’t look away from the road to see. Tricia thought she was a healthy B cup while Lucy was a D, but her big sister insisted that it was time for Tricia to measure again. Tricia licked her lips. She was tempted to look at her phone to see the details about the doctor’s cock. It made her think about Dr. Hubbard.

With luscious, full lips, a small, slightly upturned nose, and a gently rounded face, Trista was a youthful, athletic beauty. Poppy was a contrast of her, though. Her hair was sleek and a glossy blue black you didn’t often see naturally in white women. She was 5’11” with wide shoulders, a narrow waist and hips, and topped with some decently large breasts. Her face was all angles with high, sharp cheek bones, and an aquiline nose. Poppy had legs for days. I had a hard time looking away. There was something new to discover each time I looked at Poppy.

Melissa looked at her mirror image as she was getting dressed. She viewed her profile, then her ass, and then she smiled. She was hot. She'd lost 20 lbs and she loved her new figure. All of a sudden she didn't have that layer of fat, but her body was toned and her tummy was flat. Unfortunately it had affected her boobs. Where she used to wear D-cups she now only needed C-cups, but the good news was that they weren't sagging much. At the age of 33, having given birth twice, she still had remarkably firm tits, something she thanked her genes for. Her mother still had very firm boobs for a 60-year old so Melissa looked forward to the future.

She was short and curvy with a blonde pixie haircut that perfectly complemented the gorgeous, sharp features of her face. She was all hips and a perfect ass and thighs. Her boobs were cute too. She had perky, retrousse tits that I loved to play with. She was self conscious about them which I found out when I compared them to ski slopes with her puffy little nipples as tiny jumps at the end.

“And there is no secret, only hard work.” “Well, whatever you are doing, keep it up, and you will have all the men after you, and maybe some women as well,” Trish said, winking and putting on her outfit. She was also not bad to the eye with a large-D cup, a mid-34 waist, and a firm round ass. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you hitting on your boss?” Sylvia asked, smiling. “No, no. I’m into men. Big strong muscular men who can take care of you.” Trish said quickly.