Willa Holland Tits Novels & Stories

Why the hell is she even talking to me? “Ms. Willa.” The receptionist greeted her with a polite smile. Willa… Willa Ray? Now I remember! She is one of the supermodels for top class brands. I had often seen her on the front pages of magazines and on TV in several reality shows. She had black, curly waist length hair, lips painted soft, natural pink, and the nails painted lightest blue shade. The pompous smile on her face was breaking the facade of the innocence that her current look served.

I rather hoped the latter won out. “Carlie,” he started, shocked when I didn’t back down. I pulled my top free and my tits bounced in full view. Now, I have to tell you, I have great tits. My p**n director said they were the rare kind — full and ripe without silicone, firm as cantaloupes, and great for sucking and fucking — so when I pulled my top off, I knew Neil’s resistance didn’t stand a chance. And I wasn’t wrong. I toyed with the light pink areolas, pinching the nipples until they hardened into tight berries. “Like what you see, Daddy?”

His skin shimmered faintly with residual power, and his black hair, cut in a short, wavy quiff with a low taper fade, clung wet to his forehead. His eyes snapped open, no longer black, but blazing gold once more. Willa stood in the wreckage, green light still crackling faintly around her skin. Her hair floated as if caught in a breeze, her eyes glowing an otherworldly jade. Adelaide stared in awe. “Willa… what are you?” “I… I don’t know,” Willa whispered. She held Jade tight. The baby had gone silent, her wide eyes reflecting the same green glow but with golden swell.

"Yes. Any issues?" "Nope, I had thought you were going. I wouldn't have advised you to button your blouse all the way up." "I.. I..." I let out an unbelivable laugh. "I don't understand, Willa. So, if I was going to the club, I should go with my breasts open 'cause I want to get the president's attention." "Ohh, you haven't forgotten our conversation... that's good," she nodded. "I never said you should move around with your boobs bare but if that will get Havoc to fuck you, then I see no problem with that." She said, shrugging her shoulders.

Twenty years. Two full decades since Lila Voss had stepped back into the manor and surrendered her body, mind, and soul. She was now forty-four, yet more devastatingly desirable than ever. Mother of nine children. Her body had been shaped by years of constant breeding and use into a lush, fertile masterpiece — heavy, milk-rich breasts, wide hips made for bearing life, and a soft, inviting belly that still carried the beautiful marks of her many pregnancies. The silver collar around her throat had been joined by a matching set of permanent gold chains that adorned her pierced nipples and clit, jingling softly with every movement.

“I think Gabe warned all the male population to stay away from me. Everyone said hi to me and recognized I was the sister of Gabe Linden, and they would not see me again.” “I think it’s not because you’re Gabe Linden’s baby sis, but because you’re intimidating as hell. You’re like a rock star, Willa. Tall, gorgeous, plays tennis like a pro, you’re a martial arts enthusiast, art expert, connoisseur. You’re a badass. I mean, you should edit your I* profile to a pottery maker, pizza lover, and purrent.” She laughed out loud. Her voice echoed. The bed shook. All I could do was stare at her. She really laughed like her brother.

Willa moaned, her legs stiffed with heavy trembles, "Faster! Take me harder!" "As you command, my queen." Said Taran. "Whatever you want, kitten." Said I. Exchanged a look with Taran, I pressed closer, supporting Willa with my hands under her thighs, and Taran trailed his hand down her body slowly before he gripped her breasts and kneaded, pinching her nipples between his fingers, but Willa didn't seem to even notice the stings. She dipped her head backward deep with her arm wrapped around Taran's neck from the front, her legs clenched around my waist with a frantic euphoria on her face.

He couldn't think how else to describe her. Titania was huge, over six feet tall. She towered over Carl. Her body was big without being fat. Her long legs went up to muscular thighs and a big, rock hard ass. Then, amazingly, she tapered in to a tiny waist, almost incredulously narrow and muscular, with pronounced abs. Then she flared out again with muscular shoulders and some of largest tits Jim had ever seen, even more massive than Dad's girl Tiffany, so that they looked huge even on Titania's frame. Then the face of a sex goddess, big thick lips, cute nose, wide bright brown eyes and a cascade of dark chocolate hair that fell past her waist. Her skin was a dark rich brown, the same shade a

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Yoder gave me some basic instructions, and I quickly complied. I got down on my hands and knees, my breasts swinging underneath me. Then I turned around, thrusting my ass up as I pressed my tits into the mattress, spreading my legs to more fully expose my bald pussy and asshole to the seeking camera lens. With a smile, I looked over my right shoulder in time to see Sally drop her dress to the ground. Her tits really were spectacular – gravity-defying globes tanned to a healthy glow, thick brown nipples that were already hard and nearly as big around as they were long.