Willa Holland Tits Novels & Stories

"Lift your arms, Miss Jones. I need to see your tits." A smile breaks across her face, lifting her cheeks. "No, Mr. Willis, not until I remove your shirt." No? I can't remember the last time a woman said that word.

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.

Whісh ѕhе іѕ. And hеr tits, оh mу gоd. Large but nоt unnatural, thеу hang реrfесtlу frоm hеr frаmе. Prасtісаllу hаngіng оut оf her black drеѕѕ, thеу wеrе thіngѕ оf beauty; if not real, thаn an аbѕоlutеlу perfect аugmеntаtіоn.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, Mustang Barbie.” Serenya blinked. “Okay, I’ll give you mustang... but Barbie?” She snorted. “I am so far from plastic and perky, it’s laughable.” Cheyenne grinned wickedly. “Fine. Limited edition Saddle-Up Sass Queen it is.” Serenya twirled the blade. “Now that I’ll accept.” “Try not to break her,” Koa warned, lounging like a smug, white-furred overlord. “She started it,” Cheyenne thought back, rolling her eyes.

“If you want someone sweet, then I am sorry. You will only be disappointed. I have no sweetness to offer you, Han.” “Liar. I did lick my finger clean, remember? It was quite sweet. Perfect sweetness, in fact.” I watched with pure satisfaction as a pretty shade of red bloomed on her neck, creeping up until nearly her entire face was blushing at the sexual innuendo. “OUT!” Willa yelled, throwing a pillow at me and clutching the blanket tighter towards her. Laughing, I easily caught the pillow, which I then brought up to my nose. “Smells sweet too. Extra sweeter actually, considering it is mixed with-”

Holly's Pov My massive tits were almost pressed against the screen of my monitor. Nipples aching from how hard this old fucker had ordered me to pull on them. Fuck!! My panties were ruined. The crotch of it was soaked with my cunt slime, my fat cunt lips barely contained by the thin material. The man onscreen, was staring at my tits like he wanted to chew them off my chest. Wanking his cock, that I still couldn't see, so hard and fast like he wanted to rip it off.

I shoot him a quick text, asking him to come by the packhouse whenever he was ready. I walk back to the window and watch with admiration as Willow beats the shit out of the dummy. There is so much anger in her. She has a temper to match her fiery locks that’s for sure. I close the curtain and make my way out to join her and Xander on the lawn. I’m sure she is anxious to get her blood test results back. When I step out on the lawn, she sends the now decapitated head of the self-defense dummy hurtling in my direction, narrowly missing my face, letting me know just how pissed off she still is. I capture the head and look at her, her eyes shooting daggers at me.

Willow lay back on the plush bed, her fiery red hair splayed across the white pillow like a halo. Her blue eyes sparkled with a playful gleam as she watched Harriet saunter towards her, a knowing smirk on her lips. The photographer's eyes roamed over Willow's slender form, appreciating every curve and dip of her body. "Well, well, well. Look who's ready for her close-up," Harriet purred, her voice a sultry whisper. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Willow's hips with a suggestive wiggle.

"It is going to be one hell of a Thanksgiving." ***** It turned out to be one hell of a Thanksgiving only, they did not know it yet when Leigh opened the door to Willis and his sister at half past five. "You're here early." Leigh commented, drinking in the sight of him like fine wine. "Hello, Willa." "Heyyo Leigh, hope you're doing great." She looked great, even better than the first time Leigh had met her, her pixie cut blonde hair was brushed back to reveal two silver hoops dangling from one ear while the other was left bare. Her mini dress hugged her figures nicely and long legs traveled into glittery silver pumps. She looked like a lady who was not afraid to show off what she has got and

*Willa* "Willa? Willa! WILLA." Angela comes charging into my office. "Seriously, woman, have you gone deaf? Oh, probably daydreaming about your hot man... Oh lord, I saw some pictures from the set last night. My, oh my, I totally get why you keep getting pregnant." "Sweetie, I am not getting pregnant from looking at him, not even with his shirt off," I say, grinning. I saw the pictures too, and I have to agree he looks hot as hell... so I miss him even worse now.