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n. (bubby English)
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Bubbies or Bubbies Homemade Ice Cream and Desserts is an ice cream manufacturer in Hawaii. Started in 1985 in Honolulu, the production and office facilities are now located in Aiea. The company sells ice cream cakes and mochi ice cream in Hawaii as well as mainland USA and several other countries. Bubbies mochi ice cream was voted readers' pick by Honolulu Magazine and has appeared on Oprah Winfrey's O list.
Usage examples of "bubbies".
Firm, yes, with only trifling bounce, but hardly the bubbies of a hairless child.
I frighten for touch anything, least of all the glory of the woman standing in front of me now, bubbies and hips pushing out of she dress, forcing the cloth to shape like the roundness of she.
I cast my eyes down instead and find myself staring at the two fat bubbies spilling out of she dress, round and full like the hops bread you does eat with shark, but brown, skin-dark brown.
All the while she talking, and me mesmerized by she serious brown eyes, and too much to feel and think about at once, I never realise she did sliding she hand down inside my blouse, down until she fingers and thumb slide round one of my bubbies and feel the weight of it.
And me, I only watching at the full and swing and round of she bubbies and is like my tongue swell up and my whole body it hot it hot it hot like fire.
She lie back on it and I mark how she bubbies roll to either side when she do so.
I taste the salt on my lips still from when I touch she bubbies and lick my fingers after.
She belly shaking, she bubbies bouncing up and down, she thighs clamp onto me.
The magnificent curves of hips and haunches, the graciously swelling belly with its deep navel, and the full, fat, fleshy and prominent mount of love together with her rather full, firm and outstanding bubbies, made her really mouthwatering.
I now passed my hands round and in front of her, grabbing her beautiful bubbies and squeezing them lingeringly, while I moved up close behind her so that the tip of my aching cock just brushed the base of her behind and suggestively prodded the warm, slightly humid furrow that divided that magnificent posterior.
I just sitting there, weak and trembling, while she undo the shirt slow, one button at a time, drag it out of my pants, and lay my bubbies bare to the open air.
The ropes at her ankles as well as those dragging up her arms confined her to an extremely limited range of movement, just enough to excite me with her convulsive gyrations and her buckings and lungings which made her thighs and bubbies jounce and jiggle and express the luscious resilience of her naked flesh.
I stared hungrily down at her panting bubbies and the stickied muff between her long, quivering thighs, signs of the fulfillment which my feathering and gamahuching had brought her.
I rose, then gently cupped her panting bubbies and gently forced her down upon her back.
Her face was crimson, her nostrils uncontrollably flared and shrank, and the turbulent swelling of those beautiful bubbies showed unequivocally that this was perhaps the most sincere manifestation she had ever shown in the act of love, or so at least I could conjecture after what she had already disclosed concerning her frustrating marital experiences.