Big Bulge In Jeans นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I looked up at him to find myself faced with the bulge in his jeans. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl for me, right? You’re going to give me what I want.” I nodded my head and squeezed my legs together. His hands fell to the end of his shirt, and he peeled it off his body. I watched as his arm muscles flexed as he threw it on the couch next to us. His hands undid the buttons on his jeans, and he pushed them down, exposing his briefs and his huge bulge. I bit my lip, excited to see him.

I didn't bring anything with me because of her too, so I went straight to his house. I took a clean underwear, then the biggest pair of jeans and then the loosest blouse I could find. Zetta tends to be thinner than me, and she likes to wear clothes that fit her body... so if I wear clothes that fit her, my address is already like wearing a condom! The shirt clings to the body. Not funny at all! The baggy jeans, once worn, actually fit my body, a little tight in the thighs and buttocks, fortunately the blouse could cover those thighs and buttocks, because it was quite long... up to the half thigh, a navy blouse with short sleeves and a neck opening like a net.

For all I knew, he could be hiding a pointed chin. The hair on his chest was so thick that it formed a velvet backdrop for the gold rings around his nipples. And it continued down a muscular torso into a pair of skin-tight jeans with the top button undone. Even though I tried not to look, the front of his jeans bulged with the outline of a third appendage that extended halfway down his leg. It was probably a trick of the light, an overstuffed Christmas stocking, or he’d gotten one of his slaves to bleach his clothes to create an optical illusion.

"I want a chance to look, too." He pushed himself to his feet, toed off his shoes, and unfastened his jeans. She watched him ease the zipper down over the significant bulge pressing against the fly. Her eyes were glued to him as he pushed both his jeans and knit boxers down his thighs and kicked them off. Then he stood there, a sculpted statue of muscle and bone, with its dusting here and there of very fine dark-brown hair.

It’s a little unsettling, but their outfit’s the thing that catches her eye the most. They’re wearing pale-blue jeans with ripped knees and a plain black men’s buttoned shirt with the top three buttons undone, tucked into their jeans. Their cropped bright-red leather biker jacket covered in colourful patches makes Celine a little jealous, she wants one now. There’s an eclectic mix of rings on almost every finger and a simple chain around their neck with a small pendant that Celine can’t identify from here.

Anastasia gulped again before her hands touched the botton of his jeans and she unbottoned it before zipping down his jeans to be met with a white Calvin Klein boxers in display and a more vivid size of his cock. Anastasia pulled his jeans to his knee length and Adam helped her in taking them off. She then drew down his boxers and his hardened cock sprung out like a long spring and her eyes widened and marvelled at his size. It was damn huge and she remembered him as well back when she was fifteen. He was more grown now and his mushroom head was a giant thing indeed. Anastasia's hand slightly froze in mid air as her eyes kept on ogling at his enormous size.

Okay thank you for the anticipated rate and comment, the driver drove out immediately. Hmmm… What a rough driver, did he even go to a driving school? No respect for traffic at all, well thank God I'm outside of his car successfully. He looks left, right, and left again as he crosses the busy road. Welcome to surplus Boutique… We have updated the design unisex wears here, which one did you need sir? The sales boy welcomes kylas. Yeah, thank you for the warm welcome, I need two pairs of jeans attached with a quality Vintage, one Sneaker, and one Palmer…

one that might initially come across as skinny, but was, in reality, a testament to his dedication to fitness. As he slid down his jeans, the fabric clung to his hips for a moment before giving way, revealing tall, athletic legs that bore the subtle contours of muscle. They hinted at agility and speed, drawing the eye in a way that felt both natural and enticing. He paused briefly, feeling the cool air brush against his skin, a sensation both refreshing and invigorating.

She was wearing the tightest black jeans known to man – goddamn, those things looked sprayed on. Her legs were curved and toned and went on forever, and the waist on the jeans was low, so he saw her perfect little belly button peeking out. He wanted to kiss it, work his way down, dip his tongue into her pussy until she moaned and begged. But maybe he’d have to start the kissing and teasing with her breasts, because in that cropped top? They were totally on display, and they were surprisingly full and tempting.

My gaze dropped to his jeans, to the way the denim strained against the growing bulge between his legs. Jaxon chuckled, he didn’t hesitate this time. His fingers worked the button of his jeans, the zipper hissing as he pulled it down. He lifted his hips just enough to shove the fabric down his thighs, his boxers going with them. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered. I had been hungry for him for days.