Can You Patch The Inner Thigh Of Jeans Novels & Stories

I slide my hand down her curves and reach the top of her jeans. Moving my mouth to tease her other nipple, I use both hands to undo her jeans. Lana lifts her hips to allow me to slide her jeans down her legs. I release her nipple as I pull her jeans away, tossing my own to the side as well. I am hit with the scent of her arousal instantly. Slipping my finger into her thong I feel how slick she is.

JACQUELINE I’d never taken so long to pick an outfit for school. Not even on presentation days. I stood in front of the mirror, twisting from side to side, watching the way my jeans curved over my hips and hugged my thighs. They were my favorite pair, slightly faded at the knees, tight in all the right places, and if I was being honest, they made my ass look about twenty percent bigger than it really was. Which, in this case, was the whole point.

Very me. Lying on the bed, I wriggle into the jeans with just a twinge of panic when the zipper hesitates. After an Olympic-level effort, I manage to zip them up and stand, wincing as I realise sitting tonight is going to be a challenge. Fashion over function, always.

Ripping the bottom of her jeans, to give myself better access to look her over. “Nik, those were my favorite jeans,” She whined. “I’ll buy you a million more,” I growled out while assessing her injuries. Her ankle was double the size it should be and was covered in black and purple bruises. I gently touched it, cringing when I heard her hiss out in pain. I needed to know if it was sprained or broken. If it was sprained, I could heal her right here and now with my blood if it was a sprain, if it was a brake, I didn’t want to try and heal her, I could mend her bones incorrectly and permanently cripple her.

I continue kissing her belly. And finally! Finally, after gathering a lot of courage, I rugged my fingers into her jeans and unzipped them. I pulled it down from her waist, revealing her red lower garment. I just wanted to remove her jeans immediately. But girls jeans are the most annoying thing in this world. I was struggling to remove it but she helped me to do so.

When I breathe, the lace moves with me, not against me. The jean skirt sits high on my waist, right at that narrow point where my body naturally curves in. The wide belt anchors it there, the oversized buckle drawing the eye to my way instead of my hips. My thighs fill the skirt completely—no gaps, no pretending otherwise. It’s short, yeah, but it doesn’t look wrong. It fits my thick thighs and makes them look really good.

Just as I was about to lie on the ball, he pulled out a pair of crotchless stockings from his bag. "Put this on. This encourages muscle tension, which improves blood circulation. It'll help with the treatment." I slipped on the crotchless stockings. They hugged my long legs perfectly, making them look appealing. Even Henry clicked his tongue in admiration. "That's really sexy." I lay on top of the yoga therapy ball, my chest elevated. They were like twin peaks, ready to be explored. I spread my legs, ready to receive Henry's treatment. He reached for a large toy and plugged it in. Soon, a low, vibrating hum filled the air.

He steps into the jeans, struggles a little, mutters under his breath, and hisses in pain when he fastens the button. “Why are these jeans so fucking uncomfortable?” Probably because you have wounds and bruises all over your body, I want to say.

I was almost expecting it. "Damn it, Turo! You're just slowing me down." I ripped another section of my shirt off. Wrapped the slim ribbon of cotton over the burning wound on the outer edge of my thigh. "Do you at least have a needle and thread?" He smiled widely this time. "I've got one better for you." He pulled his phone out. Hit a couple buttons. "I need a patch job."

Instead, it bulged the fly like a frigging camping tent. I pulled the jeans down again, cursing Big Ellie under my breath. I could bet my cock the other possible position would fit like a damned glove, and it would be completely invisible with my clothes on. It was as simple as turning the pad around. Bad thing I couldn’t do it just like that: I had to take the ring off and thread my junk again on the opposite direction. Shit! That way, the double ring still pushed my junk upfront, and the ribbed pad ended up covering the stretch between my nuts and my ass.