Vanessa Hudgens Boob Job นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Vanessa stood up on her seat, swaying her body in a romantic beat of the music coming from the radio speaker while looking intently at the man in front of her. She chomped her lower lips and wandered her hands around her body, from her thighs to her enormous boobs that were about to explode in her silky lingerie dress.

“These? Not real.” Chase’s eyes wandered over her cleavage and up her face. “Seriously?” “Seriously. I had a boob job two months after I turned nineteen. Wanna feel them?” His mouth dropped open. “What? No.” “Sure you do.” Ava snatched his hand and curled it around her left breast, holding it in place. “Because I know you’re a tit guy.” “Jesus Christ, Ava, what the fuck are you doin’?”

At that moment, Vanessa slipped a hand into her tube dress and lifted her breasts higher. “Hmm, needs more silicone. Do you think I should upgrade to an E cup?” Vanessa asked, her eyes still locked at her own reflection. Jane blinked rapidly, unsure of what to say. Her own breasts were ballooning from having just given birth and for the life of her, Jane couldn’t wait for them to return to their normal size. Right now, the weight of her breasts was killing her but she dared not tell the brunette how having Dolly Parton’s boobs was probably not the best choice.

I said. "I'm her mother who pays her tuition and buys her nice clothes and doesn't let her live with a plus size nanny who shows up on TMZ in compromising photos," Vanessa said. She picked up her phone off the marble island and slid it across to me. "Speaking of. How much did Rook pay you for that kitchen show. Or was it free because you like being on your knees." I stared at the phone. Not at the TMZ photo. At the photos underneath. Thumbnails. Private ones. Me in a bathroom mirror. Me in bed asleep. Me half dressed laughing at something off camera.

she said. "Good to be back." She didn't ask questions. She never did. I spent the morning shelving books. Running the register. Smiling at customers. Normal. I was normal. Then I saw it. The TV above the register. A news channel. A photo of Mason. And Vanessa. At some club. His hand on her waist. Her face buried in his neck. "Billionaire Playboy Mason Chen Spotted with Model Vanessa Hart After Months of Secrecy." I dropped the book I was holding.

Her breasts were noticeably larger than his girlfriend’s—fuller, heavier, hanging with a natural, inviting weight that made his mouth go dry. “Fuck… your breasts are so much bigger than hers,” Jake whispered, unable to stop staring. Vanessa smirked, cupping her own breasts and lifting them slightly for him to see. “Good boy for noticing. Lesson one: Always compliment her body. Make her feel truly desired. These tits are bigger, heavier. They need proper attention. Don’t just grab at them. Worship them.” She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet. Vanessa now stood completely naked before him, confident and unashamed, every curve on display. Jake’s cock strained pain

“So what’s this about? You don’t barge into my studio just to annoy me.” “You’re right.” She lifted her iPad, tapping it once. “I came to tell you your Vixen’s been chosen for the Bad Habit video.” I didn’t look up from the soundboard. “Good for her.” Heather gave me a knowing look. “You might wanna care about this one.” “Why?” She hit play before answering. The screen lit up with the audition footage. Some woman, dark-haired, in a crop top that hugged her full breasts like a second skin and a skirt so short it rode up with every shift, barely covering the curve of her ass.

I bit hard on my lip, tasting the blood from the wound of my bite. Yvette released my hair and flung her hand in disgust, as if she had just touched something dirty. "Did you hear that? Even the netizens find you disgusting. Henry's live stream is about to hit 100,000 viewers. This is going to be a turning point in his career. So, scream louder and roll about on the ground more. You can't disappoint his audience!" Yveette took a wet tissue from her assistant and started wiping her fingers carefully. "That little thing between your legs needed some ointment to help with blood circulation. You should thank me for rubbing it on you to induce a growth spurt."

He requested. "Sure, why not ? I will also want to look at your face. " I accepted. We made a video call and we gisted well. It was a long call. He told me to drop the pillow as he watched my boobs in the night dress. "You like it?" I asked him as I allowed the camera to pick all the sizes. "Yes, I like it. Have you seen a man that doesn't like boobs? Wow, they are huge and lovely." "I am glad you like it. I was thinking you were going to think it's too big."

Justin rumbled deeply. As she unclipped her bra, her breasts surged forward without any real sag. She pulled it off assuredly knowing that her boobs were possibly her best features, large and plump and creamy-skinned with high and relatively small red nipples. Within seconds she had taken off her thong and stood hands on hips ready for Justin's inspection. "Is my body OK?" she asked, Justin stood and walked around her awkwardly, carefully studying her beautiful figure. "Are those breasts real? They seem too good to be true," he said incredulously.