Big boobs aren’t a fashion trend, Vogue.
It’s your most powerful asset.
It’s surprising how forthcoming they were…
Whether going bigger or smaller, there’s bound to be a few shocks along the way…
Not only does she wish she had smaller boobs, but Kate Upton has gone so far as to say she wishes she had a body like her The Other Woman co-star Cameron Diaz.
Kate told The Sun in an interview: “I wish I had smaller boobs every day of my life as I love to wear spaghetti tops braless or go for the smallest bikini designs… Every single day, I’m like, ‘Oh, man, it would be so much easier,’ especially if people didn’t constantly bring them up.”
The 21-year-old model-turned-actress also said: “If I could just take [my breasts] off like they were clip-ons…” Hmmm, there’s a visual image.
She want on to say that “Cameron Diaz has the perfect figure”. she told the paper. But don’t worry boys, she won’t be visiting the cosmetic surgeon’s office for a reduction any time soon.
“I love my boobs and I’m proud of my size. That’s an important message to young girls — love who you are,” she said.
In an instant, his hand covered hers, both guiding and encouraging her movements. She moaned when she felt his fingers delve inside her. The rush of trembling heat his touch created sent her hurtling toward release. Then Nick pulled both of their hands away, denying her satisfaction.
“Oh, please, I-”
She smelt the heady scent of a rose just before sensing the silky petals against her lips. Almost as soon as she felt it, he moved the bloom away. Then the velvety petals caressed her knee, her hand, her throat. Meghan quivered with impatience, not knowing where the rose would touch her next or when his fingers would replace it.
Nick trailed the flower over her shoulder and along her arm, then over her right breast. Her nipple puckered at the silky touch and excitement rippled in her belly as he took the other one in his mouth. She revelled in the feel of his lips and tongue and teeth against her sensitive flesh. Her body ached for him, for a different kind of touch. The rose, now warm from her heat, glided along her abdomen to the dewy flesh between her thighs.
He followed the flower’s path, leaving gentle, moist kisses in its wake. A guttural cry escaped her as she arched her hips to meet his mouth. His lips ravished her hungrily and she revelled in his expertise. Then he stopped again playing a game of exquisite torture.
“Shh. You’re not ready”
“Yes, I Am!”
Her belly quivered as rose petals fell like summer rain onto her bare skin. Then Nick covered her, surrounded her. The smell of sweat and shampoo mixed with the scent of the flowers. She spread her legs and wrapped her ankles behind his knees.
His penis lengthened, hard against her delicate flesh. She pressed her mouth to his throat, her hands gripping the hard muscles of this back. His heart pounded in rhythm with her own as his ragged breath warmed her face. Her body wept in preparation of his claiming her.
The sudden tensing of the muscles in his arms and thighs was her only warning before he plunged himself into her. His first thrust had her gasping. The next had her crying out his name. After that, she could only call on the supreme deity.