Big Bulge In Jeans Novels & Stories

"Zeez! Marilyn, look out before you go , look at your finger, it's bleeding! How do you always find a way to hurt yourself?" Tylor asked the same question I'm asking myself for a few years now, taking a big sigh I went to infirmary for bandage, I opened the door of the infirmary and my eyes went wide, wide enough to come out of the socket. There stood the big bad of uni. WITHOUT any shirt hugging his perfect body and showing his big naked muscles and blessings my eyes, I couldn't stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at every curve and line and his tattoos which were covering his whole hand till his right chest. The view in front of me was quite a hot treat to see.

“Why did you do that? I love this dress!” “You can buy hundreds of that after we finish this work, don’t be a cry baby for a simple dress.” And he walks inside the building. He is right; but I am not sure I could find another one like that, or rather an old lady with a happy face selling a dress like this. I should keep myself on the track, after all I must gain Christ trust that I am more than a dumb newbie woman he works with. I cannot let James feel disappointed by the way I act now. I followed him as he gets stairs after stairs. I can feel the concrete stairs cracking as we head floor to floor. Panting we finally stop at the 18th floor as the writing on the wall says. This look better th

But what was wrong is that I fucking broke up with Patrick! I quickly took a shower and dressed up in a yellow stripped white tank top and a faded blue pegged jeans. For the past months I've been having trouble getting into my skinny jeans. I always manage to pull them up my thighs and then they stop right below my butt area. The wider ones fits after I've done a series of jumping for them to go over my butt but I can't do that anymore. The size of my butt has been increasing rapidly for the past months and I've developed likeness for my other jeans like the mom jeans, boyfriend and pegged jeans. They're easier for me to wear even though they still pretty much accentuated my butt size and hi

The neckline was high, too, almost up to my chin, shielding me from prying eyes. The jeans were equally comfortable, made of stretchy denim that hugged my curves without feeling tight or restrictive. They were a faded blue, with a slight flare at the bottom, giving me a casual yet stylish look. I slipped them on,pulledg them up over my hips, and fastened the button with a sigh of relief.

Like I always say, he could have been a very attractive man if he wasn't such a jerk and so annoying. With his long arms and muscular biceps, his broad chest, washboard abs, and strong, seemingly sturdy physique, he could certainly protect his girl from bad guys trying to harm her. Then, all of a sudden, I was tempted to stare at his V-cut muscular lower abdomen and the significant bulge between his legs. I gasped when I saw that part of his maleness, still covered by his jeans. Goodness! He had such a significant bulge even when he wasn't aroused; what more if...

Walking towards the bathroom door, I knocked on the wood before asking, "Have you changed your mind?" "Give me a minute," she said after a short silence. "What's taking you so long?" "Uhm.... The jeans are kind of small." I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "Of course, they're small. You're pretty slim, Elaine." She opened the door and my jaw almost dropped at the jeans she squeezed into. Elaine was indeed small but I didn't acknowledge the thickness below her waist. The jean was unbuttoned and the zip was halfway through. It fit her legs properly but got tighter at her thighs going up.

That was particularly so when the bottom she was wearing was actually a pair of wide leg jeans. That jeans might be taken as an ordinary pair of jeans if one did not pay close attention to them. However, James was also a man who had been dealing with women for a very long time, and he had seen plenty of women who were glamorously dressed. Therefore, he was able to tell at a glance that the type of jeans Gloria was wearing was very expensive. They were a pair of very stylish jeans. It had a top-notch effect of raising the bottom and making a person's legs look great when one was wearing that. It was because of this pair of jeans that Gloria looked at least five years younger.

“Your turn? I thought we were done.” He chuckled as he reached for his underwear, releasing the thick weapon that it had failed to sheath. It was long and bulging, and the blatant veins that ran along its length made it look even bigger, thicker…or rather sexier. Jeo’s size was big, she’d once thought it was the biggest…that was probably why she couldn’t come to terms with the fact that this one was bigger. Her lips wobbled as she tried to speak, eyes trained on what she knew could wholly destroy her.

I popped the button on his jeans, the zipper rasping down like a promise, and his cock sprang free, heavy and veined, the head flushed purple and slick with pre-cum. It was bigger than I'd imagined, thicker than the dildo, curving slightly upward with a fat mushroom cap begging to be sucked. Pubes trimmed short at the base, balls heavy and drawn tight below. 'Jesus, kid,' he muttered, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his hand came up to cup the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair—not pushing, just holding, like he was testing the waters.

“Go put this on, and be careful with it, rookie.” I frowned immediately. The size tag didn’t match the measurements I’d sent them last week. “Is this the right pair?” I asked, raising a brow. The stylist didn’t even bother to look at me. She just waved me off. “Of course, yeah. She’s petite, it’ll fit. Models squeeze all the time.” Kylie took the jeans with both hands, gave me a nod, and went to change. Not even two minutes later, I heard her gasp, followed by a sharp rip.