Boxer Shorts With Pockets Romane & Geschichten

"Back off, ladies! Leave this old man alone. It's not like you haven't seen others before!" But the more I tried to keep them away, the more enthusiastic they became. They even reached out to grab my shorts. "We've seen no other men around here! This place is practically a nunnery! There are no men!" They tugged at my shorts, but I tugged back even harder. "Wait, wait, don't do that, ladies! These shorts aren't thin—" There was a loud rip. My shorts were torn, revealing the large boxers underneath. Francine and her roommates gaped at my groin in awe.

Shaking her head and laughing at me whilst I was I inspecting all the clothes I had, Maddie started to get ready for the day. I pulled out a pink shorts and sports bra set from Bo & Tee. The shade of pink was bright but not quite hot pink, more like a coral shade. The sports bra had spaghetti straps, which led to a v-neck. It was fair to say only a little bit of my chest was left to the imagination. The shorts were short-shorts, but high waisted and came up just above my pierced belly button. My bum was covered but the shorts only stretched down to around 4cm of my thigh.

Hugo was obviously changing inside his walk-in closet and I know we won't be having sex but every time I'm with him, I can't stop myself with just one touch. I flinched when he walked out from the walk-in closet and wore nothing but a shirt and a pair black boxers on. I love Hugo and boxers. He walks closer to me and handed me one huge shirt. "I think that will make you feel comfortable." He tells me with a smile. "Yours?" I ask. "Yeah. I've got some shorts that will... Hopefully fit you." He answers. I take my jacket off, "You've seen me naked anyways, what's the use of boxers."

They take my breath away for the beauty they are. In the second box are accessories such as watches, bracelets, rings, belts, anklets, earrings and earrings. In the third box, the smallest, there is red underwear and I understand the color and style when I open the fourth box where there is a red dress and I will say that just looking at it made me feel big, important and powerful.

His eyes widened slightly, his words faltered, and the hand still holding his phone lowered as his throat worked in a hard swallow. Lukas turned, smirk tugging at his mouth. “What’s wrong, doc?” Aiden blinked quickly, trying to play it cool as he straightened. “Nothing. Just… why don’t you have any boxers on?” he asked, tone forcedly casual. Lukas grinned, leaning his weight onto one hip. “Half the guys in the league go commando under their gear. Less chafing, better ventilation, fewer seams digging in when you’re skating for hours.” He shrugged. “Some of us just prefer the freedom.”

I say the word loosely, and he looks at me, surprised that his offer worked. “Really?” He asks and I chuckle. “Take off your clothes.” I command him instead of answering his question. “Yeah..yeah, sure.” He says as he looks at me tentatively, still scared that I could shoot him in the head any second. And I could. He takes off his sweatpants and reveals his boxer briefs. His thighs are toned and strong, and his stomach holds a six pack. “The boxer has to go.” I say and he smiles, his busted lip making him look comical.

, One of the ladies said huskily. "Yes, Remove it. I want to see your face", Another lady shouted as well. Alden shook his head negatively as he teased them by removing his faded and tattered pants. A hot sight of a black boxer that was covering his firm, rounded buttocks and his manhood came to their sights. They were horny Vixens who sucked their breathings as their chest heaved up and down fastly. Their eyes ran on his body from head to toe. His body was masculine and firm and also white like jade and there were no marks of any wounds or any sign of any tattoos.

“Okay, let’s see how bad this is…” I untied the black ribbon and opened the box. Inside was… not terrible. Actually, kind of cute? It was short—definitely short—but not scandalous. Black and white cotton with a little lace at the hem, and a fitted waist with a flared skirt. A bit retro, actually. Kind of French maid cosplay meets upscale hotel housekeeping. I exhaled a breath of relief. “Okay. I can work with this.” Just to be safe, I pulled out the yoga shorts from my bag and shimmied into them under the skirt. No way was I walking around this man’s kitchen with my ass one wrong move from a wardrobe malfunction.

A blank personal card with two words in a right-atilt handwriting. “Keep digging.” Heat leashed my face. Jesus Christ! The sick fucker couldn’t help his sick games, or bossing the whole universe around. I lifted a corner of the folded shirt. More tissue paper. I had to take the shirt out of the box to see what was beneath. “Son of a bitch!” I murmured, uncovering two brand new white boxer trunks. They both had a white embroidering on the right leg. My initials. “So? What was it?”

I could feel how hard his dick was though his shorts. "Second base," he whispered. We both chuckled quietly. "These shorts are uncomfortable," he whispered. "I'm gonna take mine off." He slid the shorts down and dropped them over the side of the bed. I untied mine and did the same. Gordie was wearing dark blue plaid boxer shorts. I had on a pair of black briefs. My little dick created a bulge pointing up towards my belly button. "Can I see it, Gordie?" I whispered.